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[DROP] Mischief Improperly Managed [Spark/Time]

Tae Posts: 133
Dragon's Throat Alchemist atk: 7.0 | def: 10 | dam: 4.5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.2 :: 2 HP: 72.5 |
Mal :: Timber Wolf :: Terrorize & Hel :: Royal Hellhound :: Hellfire Odd
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The orb danced dryly away from all those who once again sought to capture it, and for a glistening moment the mandible-marked filly was doubtful that her plan would work. Mal and Hel ran after the glistening speck, jaws snapping and teeth glistening wildly in the cold light, but always it seemed to evade them.

It is only as the orb makes its final swerve, placing itself on a trajectory bound straight for her chest, that hope and desire began to pulse fervently in her tiny chest.

"Yes-" She mumbled to herself, widening her stance slightly and tensing her body. She had no idea what to expect, and knew that this tactic might well get her killed.

But without Grusha around, what was there to live for? 

The orb danced dryly away from all those who once again sought to capture it, and for a glistening moment the mandible-marked filly was doubtful that her plan would work. Mal and Hel ran after the glistening speck, jaws snapping and teeth glistening wildly in the cold light, but always it seemed to evade them. 

It is only as the orb makes its final swerve, placing itself on a trajectory bound straight for her chest, that hope and desire began to pulse fervently in her tiny chest.

"Yes-" She mumbled to herself, widening her stance slightly and tensing her body. She had no idea what to expect, and knew that this tactic might well get her killed.

But without Grusha around, what was there to live for? 

The orb flew into her striped chest and ignited every single atom of her being - or at least that's how it felt. Tingles raced through her limbs as well as her brain, and for a moment she couldn't move at all. "Seestra-" She mumbled again, envisioning her twin amidst the snapping and crackling of new neural pathways being formed in her brain. Even in this moment of success, Tae's mind still drifted readily to her lost twin.

A surge of power, new power, danced in her mind, pressing itself to the forefront of her thoughts. Breathlessly the girl staggered and immediately her wolf and hellhound were at her side, steadying her. Her own pale wolfish gaze tried to meet the gaze of the stoats as she smiled. 

Help us catch it! They had said earlier, and now the girl's dark lips parted to show her white teeth. "Caught it."



Ahhh thanks!!!!

tae
We're speeding through red lights into paradise
'Cause we've no time for getting old
Mortal bodies, timeless souls
Cross your fingers, here we go
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RE: Mischief Improperly Managed [Spark/Time] - by Tae - 05-02-2016, 09:19 AM

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