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12-19-2015, 02:48 PM
Aquila
The breath of red water send tingles through her gills. Unpleasant, cold prickles that sent red sparks bursting through her vision. Her ears were filled with the sound of her splashes and another, unearthly noise that didn’t know… So the first musing word of the mare above her went unheard. With her vision thus distorted, the dropping of a flighted creature from the canopy made her lips peel back from her slightly sharp teeth. A burst of color flared from her stripes as her fear manifested itself in a pulse of light. Flighted creatures in the Rift were often predators— and hadn’t she been attacked by a flighted equine skeleton just before the gods battle?
A low growl ripped from her throat as she lunged towards the shallows, breaking free of the sinister force that pulled her legs and muddied her senses. Once her shoulders, and thus gills, were free of the water, her she was able to focus her sharp gaze on the landing pegasus. A mare. Of red-cast clouds?
Teal-yellow eyes linger on the mare’s coat a moment longer than usual in her brisk, visual assessment. Ears, which had pinned during her momentary panic, flicked towards the mare as she speaks. ’Help’? A derisive snort leaves her plated nostrils—
Before her large eyes land on the steep banks of the pool’s edge. She was certain that they had not been that deep when she lowered her dry body into the waters. Given the darkly magical properties of the water, she had no doubt they had grown since then. Gaze flicked back to the winged mare, teeth gritting before growling words, “I think— yes, I’ll need help,” the words was distasteful in her mouth.
She approached where the winged mare stood, webbed hooves raising to stab and scramble against the banks. She was usually so much more coordinated and graceful in the water— just more evidence that this was an enchanted place. In her struggles, the ruby droplets beaded and slid on the smooth, scaled skin. Unblinking eyes stare unnervingly at the woman of the sky, “Would you?” Her throaty voice was nearly a command— clearly she was unused to asking for assistance.
"... in a single day and night of misfortune, the island of Atlantis disappeared into the depths of the sea."
@Cirrus sorry for the delay! Aquila's prickly XD Feel free to PP helping her out of the water... If Cirrus still wants to help her >.> hah
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