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Aquila
Her teeth do not meet the artery that rushes with blood, and she snarls her rage. Her forelimbs extend, reaching for the earth as she falls from her failed attack. Webbed hooves jar against the ground— so much harsher than her mother, the sea. Shock jolts through her forelimbs and a sharp pain splits her right, webbed hoof. Sharp teeth grit and bare, though she still spins to watch the fall of the goddess. Proudly she wears the burning godsblood on her horn. Overlarge eyes burn with cold fire as she sees the Tigress writhe and fall. Yes, this was right. Vindication roars in her ears, drowning the clamor and screams around her. The death of the goddess flashes, disappearing.
Blue blood stains the water, the earth. Screams flood her ears once more, but they are familiar voices, now. The fires reignite, burning the very waters they call home—
She paws her hoof, sending a spray of water and an agonizing pain through her right forelimb. But at least the Tigress is again in her vision, though the Earth God makes her melt away. There are moans and cries, but they are the end of battle noises. Not the sounds from the midst of massacre.
She glances around, ears tilting backwards. Yes, there is chaos around them now. But it is safe chaos. One cannot understand such a thing until you’ve lived in such a place as the Rift.
Ignoring the pain in her legs, she struck out towards this new ‘Helovia.’ Gracefully she disappears beneath the water, relishing the cool quietness that envelopes her. Though she did not find peace there, she found comfort in the familiarity beneath the sea.
"... in a single day and night of misfortune, the island of Atlantis disappeared into the depths of the sea."
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