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01-28-2016, 03:25 PM
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Your spine is ablaze
Felling any foe with my gaze Aithniel was neither disrespectful nor arrogant, not how she used to be. Though she was a god-killer, an entity blessed by the sun, she knew she had a long way yet to come. Thus, as she dismissed the dog at Archibald’s side, it was out of lack of understanding, not having much contact with dogs. The wolves that attacked the Basin when she was much younger had been afraid of fire and so easily chased off that she couldn’t imagine this mutt being such a fearsome opponent – just like she couldn’t imagine her fluffy ball of griffin being of any use in war. Ironically, she wanted to shield the child from war and pain, and she didn’t even know that this was so similar to her mother’s goals. All she knew was that this stallion appeared to be well tried in battle and the polar opposite of her build. What would separate them now would be who played best to their own strengths, and he held a clear advantage in that regard with his experience. As she took to the skies, she came upon this realization, seeing the confidence in his step and the calculating way he planned his attack. He seemed so at ease with her flight, as if he knew how to hurt her even from a distance. Surely he couldn’t? The battle started in an instant, formalities left off the battlefield where they would have better success. Names were meaningless here and titles were not given but proven. Lineage was an excuse no respectable beast would use because your blood couldn’t fight your fights for you. The Sun God would not descend today to rescue her from her own choices, no… She knew from the beginning that she was very, very much alone in this world. And so she threw a fireball his way, getting close to ensure it hit as his yells of pain hit her ears. Emotion of pleasure and empathy hit her squarely in the chest, so nauseating. That she could revel in such hurt was sick, but part of her was just that – sick. So focused was she on the stallion escaping the crackling pain of her fires that she didn’t even notice the dog hurling its athletic body her way, all snarls and sharp teeth. Aithniel was just about to fly higher when she felt her body harden, heavy, and the might of her wings did nothing to help her fly. Eventually even those joints locked up, her feathers catching the winds uselessly as she froze. All she could do was watch with panicked, molten eyes as the dog approached, sending some magic, she assumed, as her mind began to unravel – her safe haven turning to a nightmare. Aithniel blinked, trying to keep herself in the present as her memories crept from the edges, returning her to the Basin where a old stallion threatened to take her wings away, blades at the ready. Her heart hammered in her chest, a violent thud of fear as she fell to the earth. “YOU CAN’T TAKE MY WINGS!” she yelled, tears welling up in the edges of her eyes as she struggled to remember where she was or even how old. The unforgiving ground yanked her down, scraping her legs and bruising up her darker joints as she fell. One wing crumpled beneath her body haphazardly, the pain a bright white light across her mind, shocking her from her memories to the howl of the wind in the present. Aithniel scrambled to her sluggish hooves, stretching her left wing despite its protest and quickly moving away. Keep your distance… it would only take one hit to end this all… Warm blood slid down into the black of her lower legs, and whatever little healing ability she had went to her wing as she sidestepped quickly to cliff edge, keeping her back at the exit. She blinked away the emotion as best she could, bringing fire to her again with a strike of a flinty hoof, and its warmth gave her the inner strength she needed to continue. Aithniel sent it circling around her body, wooshing like a moving shield to keep him at bay while she implemented her next attack. On unsteady legs, she kicked out at the dog and struck her wings out wide, reaching out with her jaws to try to bit at the stallion’s face. Regardless of her success, she let herself fall back off the cliff, caught only by the wild winds that lifted her to the height of the platform again. Pain from her wings hit instantly and her fireball followed around obediently, a small sun compared to its larger counterpart that continued to slip beyond the horizon. [1/28/2016 12:25:36 PM] Tamme: can someone please add at the bottom of my post (2/3) (788 words in word) |
@Archibald
But burn down our home
I won't leave alive
Please tag me in everything!
