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02-23-2016, 12:11 AM
It was often easy for Gwaihir to go unnoticed; he flew where the air was cold and thin and at such altitudes it was easy for a horse on the ground to miss the dark circling speck unless they looked for it. His sight however, like all of his kind, was nearly unparalleled and the figures on the ground were as clear and sharp even from over a mile up. It was he that first spotted the stranger skulking around their border and for a moment might have let it go and continued searching for his own meal save for that the bi-horned figure seemed to be following a more familiar face.
Morrigan was one of the precious few that had earned the eagle’s affection; she had been there to help save his Meg when the aftermath of childbirth had threatened them both. According to Gwaihir, anyone who would save his Meg was owed a certain level of allegiance and though he would willingly abandon his hunt to fetch Meg for any member of the Throat (because he knew she would want him to) only her children and his select favorites would warrant such swift and immediate action. He soared, not back across the water but towards the meadow where he knew she had been using the open ground to practice maneuvers in the light covering of snow. Reaching out though their connection he was lucky enough to find her not far off
Megaera heard the eagle coming, heard the calling of his mind for hers even above his series of high-pitched whistles and the mare needed no further prompting. Before he could reach her position she was sprinting towards him, gathering speed and then lifting her armored body into the air with deft wingstrokes. The golden-headed eagle banked swooping himself past and around and leading her back towards the Heart. “Tell me!” the mare urged and Gwaihir’s gruff voice responded, short and to the point. “A stallion: dark, spotted, horned and wingless. Following Morrigan near the borders and alone as far as I could see.” She said no more, but the eagle felt the anger and urgency bubble inside her and guided her to the spot where he’d last seen the suspicious character. High above, the stallion was not especially difficult to spot; the long grasses around the Heart were only effective cover at ground-level. It seemed the healer was a safe distance distance away (for the moment) but the Sultana was often overzealously protective of her flock and held no doubt of this hunter’s sinister intent.
She descended in glorious fury, like a comet from the overcast sky that aimed to put a crater in the stallion’s path(if only she could have rained fire and ash like the Sun’s daughter). The fall was a quick one as she was intent on not giving much time for him to react. Megaera didn’t yell or scream with the thrill of the attack as she might once have done, knowing that the later he saw her the better. Nearing the ground, her wings billowed open again, arresting her speed and at that moment she reached inside herself, pulling forth that light—oh how she always reveled in unleashing it—that burst outwards from her body towards her prey. If announcing her presence had been the only goal it would have been overkill in the extreme, but if it temporarily blinded the brute it would be well worth the energy.
Hooves swung underneath her, mowing down grass and finding purchase in the cold ground. She used her forward momentum to hurl herself at the stranger. She left no room for a polite bubble of personal space, but threw her lesser bulk straight at his front. If he didn’t shy away from her light fast enough they might have butted heads. With her crown conveniently encased in sharpened steel, that would be markedly worse for him. “Who do you think you are, making prey of my people?” It was growl, guttural and utterly unforgiving. Of course, it didn’t matter who this was or why he was here, no one touched a member of the Dragon’s Throat before going through her first. Her stature made no matter; were there an army at her gates she would fight alone and bleed and die before harm came her children, as fierce a mother as she, and what was a queen but a mother to her people.
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terms :: Challenging @Oultik in response for his attempted stealth on Morrigan. If Megaera wins he will be permitted to go free under the condition that he will not enter the Throat or target its members in any way. If he fails to comply at any point in the future, Megaera will retaliate with unrestrained force.
setting:: Grasslands around the Heart Caves, skies are overcast, temp just above freezing.
other:: Meg is wearing her armor
words::745
attack:: 1/4
defense:: 0/1
summary:: Gwaihir sees Oultik and brings Meg. She lands in front of Oultik, using her sunlight magic right before she lands, and moves forward to meet him head-on.
Megaera
there is a war inside my heart gone silent
both sides dissatisfied and somewhat violent
there is a war inside my heart gone silent
both sides dissatisfied and somewhat violent
FAC FORTIA ET PATERE
be brave and endure
:: permission given for use of magic and force :: please tag Megaera in all posts ::
