SWP :: Blunt Little Instruments (Conclusion)

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SWP :: Blunt Little Instruments (Conclusion)

Naerys Posts: 86

World's Edge Sleuth atk: 7 | def: 10 | dam: 4

Mare :: Pegasus :: 16.1 :: 3 :: Tallsun HP: 65.5 | Buff: NOVICE

Petyr :: Bornean Green Magpie :: Ashen Rottie

#15

10-30-2015, 01:02 AM

WE HELD TOGETHER THE FRAGILE SKY TO KEEP OUR WAY OF LIFE

She descends on the tigress, plunging towards her spine with every intent of raining death from above. She is so focused, so intent that she hardly notices the stallion joining her at her side. She doesn't know him, doesn't know his intentions or that he was there to protect her for reasons she'd likely never know. Her hooves hit the striped hide with a soft, dissatisfying thud but before she could even feel any amount of disappointment, the tigress starts to buckle and fall beneath her. In a last ditch effort she pushes off in an attempt to get away from the falling beast but the force of her shove is weakened by the collapsing form and she fumbles, falling shoulder first into another fighter. A grunt of sorts escapes the girl's lips on impact and she tries desperately to not wince as pain radiates from her shoulder all the way down her limb. That's going to leave a bruise. Somehow, she manages to remain upright and once her hooves are firmly planted on the blood and tar soaked ground, she turns her teal gaze towards the mare she'd collided with. "I'm sorry." she offers genuinely, her voice soft. She hadn't mean to crash into anyone else. Hadn't meant to deliver harm to anyone except the tigress. She is young, untrained, and brash.

Acting purely on emotion.

The tigress has fallen and though she sensed the victory, she couldn't bring herself to feel any triumph, any joy. Just like that the storm is gone, leaving behind a charged silence that does little to distract her from the sharp, hot pain on her back legs up to her hocks. Disappointed, the girl groans. She'd been hurt again. The girl turns her head in a feeble attempt to inspect the damage but all she can see is the tar. Great, just great. Gingerly, she steps forward in an attempt to move herself away from the heart of the bloodshed. The Earth God's voice pulls on her attention for the briefest of moments but he doesn't hold her long. Once again, prizes were passed out to those deemed worthy and once more was she left with nothing at her hooves. But this time she didn't care.

This time she heard a familiar voice crying out.

Mauja.

She finds him with her gaze, beside a broken body lying in a pool of blood and she wants to rush to him. She wants to soothe him, to hold him. But her wounded legs don't let her run and her tired wings don't let her soar. She starts towards him anyway; slow, steady, and hesitant. Hesitant because what could she possibly do or say? What could be helpful? What use was she? So she pauses, teal eyes watching as three others move to his side and suddenly she feels awkward. Like a creeper, peeking through the window of a funeral. She averts her gaze, turns, and moves slowly back towards her mother. She returns to the black and white pegasus with her wings folded and her head lowered. Splattered in blood and tar, she's a bruised and battered mess - wounded beyond the standard childhood injuries.

And none of it really matters when all she really wants to do is hold Mauja.

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