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02-16-2016, 07:36 PM
She had slipped into the space between heartbeats.
There was a profound silence to behold here. In this world nestled within the dregs of reality, a wounded dove existed parallel to herself. The universe was exposed to her in painful detail and she felt sharply her own dissociation. Orithia had been here before, wedged in the spaces left behind by conscious thought, forced to play spectator to her actions as instinct and pain shoved her into the unknown.
She could stay here forever, she knew. The island haven that coalesced in the cracks of time could harbor her tattered soul for eternity. There would be no struggle, no pain, no vivid reminders of the monstrosity she had molded herself into. The desert rose could find her peace here and allow her petals to soak in sun showers blessed by infinity.
What a pity that her petals were only ever meant to be soaked in the blood and sweat of battle.
Reality crashed back into place, bringing with it the satisfying crunch of bone beneath her jaws. The blood that flooded into Orithia's mouth muffled her shriek of pain as Tembovu ripped away from their deadly embrace, his horn leaving behind a gaping hole in her wing. Gore quickly filled the empty space, gushing in a crimson river from the wound and dressing the ivory maiden's side in a gown of scarlet. Her pastel eyes clouded and she swayed precariously before stumbling to her right; the sudden loss of blood threatening to overwhelm the coral witch.
Orithia gritted her teeth against the darkness that hovered at the edge of her vision, too busy battling her own weakness to see the pair of hooves flying toward her bloodied left side. The Sovereign's aim was true and the battered rose felt the bones within her mangled wing splinter beneath the force. A mewl of pain slipped through her lips and again she stumbled, her right shoulder scraping against the rough bark of a tree as her eyesight blurred with the threat of collapse. She could hear Tembovu's labored breathing a short distance to her left, punctuated by gasping coughs and the iron-and-rust scent of blood. Orithia could still taste that same blood on her tongue, could feel it staining her lips and neck in a cruel reminder of her King's mortality.
It was the only encouragement she needed.
Eyes flashing with the remaining shreds of ferocity, the desert warrior threw herself toward Tembovu, teeth bared. Her injured wing was a dead weight at her side, leaving a thick swath of blood upon the earth and sapping at her strength. A scream ripped through her; a vicious war cry that she flung defiantly into the face of an imminent defeat. Orithia lunged toward her injured liege's throat with jaws agape, rage fueling the hope that her teeth would find purchase there.
A rose may suffer ravaged petals, but one must remain wary of her thorns.
There was a profound silence to behold here. In this world nestled within the dregs of reality, a wounded dove existed parallel to herself. The universe was exposed to her in painful detail and she felt sharply her own dissociation. Orithia had been here before, wedged in the spaces left behind by conscious thought, forced to play spectator to her actions as instinct and pain shoved her into the unknown.
She could stay here forever, she knew. The island haven that coalesced in the cracks of time could harbor her tattered soul for eternity. There would be no struggle, no pain, no vivid reminders of the monstrosity she had molded herself into. The desert rose could find her peace here and allow her petals to soak in sun showers blessed by infinity.
What a pity that her petals were only ever meant to be soaked in the blood and sweat of battle.
Reality crashed back into place, bringing with it the satisfying crunch of bone beneath her jaws. The blood that flooded into Orithia's mouth muffled her shriek of pain as Tembovu ripped away from their deadly embrace, his horn leaving behind a gaping hole in her wing. Gore quickly filled the empty space, gushing in a crimson river from the wound and dressing the ivory maiden's side in a gown of scarlet. Her pastel eyes clouded and she swayed precariously before stumbling to her right; the sudden loss of blood threatening to overwhelm the coral witch.
Orithia gritted her teeth against the darkness that hovered at the edge of her vision, too busy battling her own weakness to see the pair of hooves flying toward her bloodied left side. The Sovereign's aim was true and the battered rose felt the bones within her mangled wing splinter beneath the force. A mewl of pain slipped through her lips and again she stumbled, her right shoulder scraping against the rough bark of a tree as her eyesight blurred with the threat of collapse. She could hear Tembovu's labored breathing a short distance to her left, punctuated by gasping coughs and the iron-and-rust scent of blood. Orithia could still taste that same blood on her tongue, could feel it staining her lips and neck in a cruel reminder of her King's mortality.
It was the only encouragement she needed.
Eyes flashing with the remaining shreds of ferocity, the desert warrior threw herself toward Tembovu, teeth bared. Her injured wing was a dead weight at her side, leaving a thick swath of blood upon the earth and sapping at her strength. A scream ripped through her; a vicious war cry that she flung defiantly into the face of an imminent defeat. Orithia lunged toward her injured liege's throat with jaws agape, rage fueling the hope that her teeth would find purchase there.
A rose may suffer ravaged petals, but one must remain wary of her thorns.
A: 3/3
D: 0/1
WC: 491
Damage Report: Big 'ole hole in left wing, multiple broken bones in left wing, scrape from tree bark on right shoulder
Summary: Temby's hooves broke a TON of bones in Ori's left wing and she's all weird from blood loss, adrenaline, and pain. She leaped at him and tried to bite his throat
HELLO SORRY FOR THE WAIT AND SORRY FOR THE HORRIBLE POST IM TRYING TO GET BACK INTO THE SWING
@Tembovu
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Honestly, kick her ass at any time. Seriously.
Any and all aggressive and non-aggressive contact permitted.
Please no permanent injury or death. We'll get to that part at some point.
xoxo
