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02-16-2016, 04:12 PM
Oh, it hurt. every second, every movement that twitched a blood vessel jarred some internal burn. The whole body needed blood, it was everywhere and so when her own blood had betrayed her, turned to acid, there was not a place it didn’t reach. Megaera had been burned before, had nearly lost a wing and her life in the fiery pit of Helovia’s Heart, but those burns, dimmed by memory stretched over the span of years, had not hurt half so much as these. She felt scorched, corroded, rusted and mangled from the inside out and she could not rest, could not heal or even be fucking still because someone, something, was still attacking her. When logic was gone, when emotion was stripped, when memory and mind were whittled down to the barest instinct and the essential parts of her heart laid bare for all to see, there was no part of Meg that could allow herself to just lie down and take it. She had mounted her attack before she could be inhibited by the identity of the target.
The Sunspear felt her hooves smack against her opponent’s chest and there was a savage pleasure in it, a coursing stream of satisfaction in the well-placed hit. Megaera felt her hooves strike against her daughter’s chest and her stomach turned over on itself, a roiling pit of guilt at striking her child in anger.
She had struck, again and again, before the severity of her actions alighted in her mind, and perhaps if time had slowed, the widening of her eyes, the horror that crossed her face, would have been plainer to see. The weight over her hind legs shifted, she tried to shuffle back, to move away, to stop! This couldn’t be happening; this wasn’t the friendly spar she had intended; this wasn’t the fight she’d been looking for. This wasn’t her daughter.
She was never yours.
Some small, ugly voice whispered it into her mind. No! The Earth God gave her to me. Einarr gave her to me. She is mine. Mine! Mine to protect and to love! Meg might have taken that little voice, that little doubt, and crushed it with all the might she could muster, but all on the sudden she was burning again. It was different this time, in the muscles more than the blood, but that didn’t mean much. Again she screamed, vicious, angry, hurting beyond all that she had felt before and all she could imagine. Again, her limbs seized: front legs retracting, wings half folding behind her. Smaller…be smaller and the pain will be too.
Beyond the burning there was big, black wall coming toward her. The solid mass of Mordecai would not stop and she was placed so precariously, half-way in the air. Mordecai hit Meg with a force that knocked the breath from the mother’s lungs. Her scream ceased, not because the pain had but there was no breath left to give it volume. Megaera’s mouth was gaping, trying to breath in of breathe out, anything to get the air moving and inside the muscles that moved instinctively in the search for oxygen only burned from the fluid that had built up and turned traitorous.
Black eyed searched but saw only sky; an endless swath of uninterrupted, open blue. Was she flying now? Her mind tried to cling to that simple and comforting thought for it was so much sweeter than the moment’s reality. She wasn’t flying, but falling; the ground rushed up to meet her and so inhibited was she by her daughter’s magic that the Sunspear did not shift, or twist or do anything whatsoever to prepare herself for landing. There was a sickening snap. The right wing, half extended, had bent the wrong way before her weight came crashing down.
She found her breath then, gasping and laid out on her back while the dark body of her opponent moved around her. Get up. You have got to get up! she shouted it at herself, but oh, everything hurt so much…. She drew in oxygen and drew on something from much deeper within herself, within her soul. The magic of her rank surged, pumped like adrenaline through her body, numbing the aches and breaks and burns. The strength of warriors that had come before her, the strength of her own spirit, like a balm against everything that held her down. Megaera thrashed, twisting her to bring her legs under her and launch her up and forward. She followed, though Mordecai was already up and away, pushing through pain and caution to accelerate as quickly as she was able. She kept head low and aimed her to snap sharply at her daughter’s heels. Trip her, Meg thought, pin her, and stop this madness.
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attack:: 2/3
words:: 799
summary:: Meg hits Mordecai in the chest and then, coming to her senses, tries to shuffle away. Before she can, Mordecai’s magic seizes her muscles and her shove sends Meg of balance and falling backwards. Her right wing, not properly position breaks on the radial bone. She lays gasping for a moment a Mordecai runs past then calls on her rank magic [Warrior’s Spirit] to numb her pain and get up. She chases after Mordecai, aiming a bite at her back heals to try and trip her.
The Sunspear felt her hooves smack against her opponent’s chest and there was a savage pleasure in it, a coursing stream of satisfaction in the well-placed hit. Megaera felt her hooves strike against her daughter’s chest and her stomach turned over on itself, a roiling pit of guilt at striking her child in anger.
She had struck, again and again, before the severity of her actions alighted in her mind, and perhaps if time had slowed, the widening of her eyes, the horror that crossed her face, would have been plainer to see. The weight over her hind legs shifted, she tried to shuffle back, to move away, to stop! This couldn’t be happening; this wasn’t the friendly spar she had intended; this wasn’t the fight she’d been looking for. This wasn’t her daughter.
She was never yours.
Some small, ugly voice whispered it into her mind. No! The Earth God gave her to me. Einarr gave her to me. She is mine. Mine! Mine to protect and to love! Meg might have taken that little voice, that little doubt, and crushed it with all the might she could muster, but all on the sudden she was burning again. It was different this time, in the muscles more than the blood, but that didn’t mean much. Again she screamed, vicious, angry, hurting beyond all that she had felt before and all she could imagine. Again, her limbs seized: front legs retracting, wings half folding behind her. Smaller…be smaller and the pain will be too.
Beyond the burning there was big, black wall coming toward her. The solid mass of Mordecai would not stop and she was placed so precariously, half-way in the air. Mordecai hit Meg with a force that knocked the breath from the mother’s lungs. Her scream ceased, not because the pain had but there was no breath left to give it volume. Megaera’s mouth was gaping, trying to breath in of breathe out, anything to get the air moving and inside the muscles that moved instinctively in the search for oxygen only burned from the fluid that had built up and turned traitorous.
Black eyed searched but saw only sky; an endless swath of uninterrupted, open blue. Was she flying now? Her mind tried to cling to that simple and comforting thought for it was so much sweeter than the moment’s reality. She wasn’t flying, but falling; the ground rushed up to meet her and so inhibited was she by her daughter’s magic that the Sunspear did not shift, or twist or do anything whatsoever to prepare herself for landing. There was a sickening snap. The right wing, half extended, had bent the wrong way before her weight came crashing down.
She found her breath then, gasping and laid out on her back while the dark body of her opponent moved around her. Get up. You have got to get up! she shouted it at herself, but oh, everything hurt so much…. She drew in oxygen and drew on something from much deeper within herself, within her soul. The magic of her rank surged, pumped like adrenaline through her body, numbing the aches and breaks and burns. The strength of warriors that had come before her, the strength of her own spirit, like a balm against everything that held her down. Megaera thrashed, twisting her to bring her legs under her and launch her up and forward. She followed, though Mordecai was already up and away, pushing through pain and caution to accelerate as quickly as she was able. She kept head low and aimed her to snap sharply at her daughter’s heels. Trip her, Meg thought, pin her, and stop this madness.
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ooc::
attack:: 2/3
words:: 799
summary:: Meg hits Mordecai in the chest and then, coming to her senses, tries to shuffle away. Before she can, Mordecai’s magic seizes her muscles and her shove sends Meg of balance and falling backwards. Her right wing, not properly position breaks on the radial bone. She lays gasping for a moment a Mordecai runs past then calls on her rank magic [Warrior’s Spirit] to numb her pain and get up. She chases after Mordecai, aiming a bite at her back heals to try and trip her.
Image Credits
@Mordecai
FAC FORTIA ET PATERE
be brave and endure
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