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06-14-2016, 11:09 PM
Pain moves through her wings and into the nerves where her feathers are. Sparks fly as she wrinkles her muzzle into mountains and valleys of lines, watching as blood trickles from the holes they create. Twisted, broken, and bent, she flings them into the grass as if they are trash. Weakness will only bring her down, and as a warrior for her clan, she must excel even when pain strikes her. She must be immobile before she can give the fight up, and only then out of honor.
The wind wastes no time in taking them away.
Through a rapid succession of blinks, the world constructs correctly. It unfolds into a mess of bushes, trees and ...bodies.
Each eye draws into slits as a small figure approaches at a slow gait. While they both exist as small mares, the upper hand rests in her wings. The amount of time and effort given to them has grown the feathered masses into extensive weapons, and as the outer reaches of her wings gather into the ground and her lower stomach, the insides puff. Atop her head, each ear sinks into an aggressive position, and as she studies with great attention to detail, processing all the ways she could achieve in getting the upper hand in this battle.
Her head pulls up into the air as her legs unfold from below, throwing her weight into her legs as she stands and quickly opening her wings to their full potential to express their sheer size and how much more power they contain. But there is off about this small mare.
She talks about some sort of ‘Daddy’, a title that comes off almost insultive. Why would one’s Life Giver allow her child to be named such a thing? Was this mare of some sort of disgrace? Politeness tells her not to ask, but Nirvana the Huntress is not polite.
“Daddy?” Her voice is sharp and as hard as stones when it rumbles through her throat, rising out of the deep. Ovidius seems like a more welcome name. “Was your Life Giver so insultive to your clan that she had to be named such a na-” Barbed wire wraps around her throat and tightens with a single yank. Words cease to matter. The whole world feels as if it has fallen quiet as it stares upon this, this, this abomination.
“What? What? What have you DONE? You are a disgrace, abomination, MONSTER! Where have you abandoned your precious gifts for such” She glares into the spikes mounting the small mare’s body. Instead of being able to slip through the sky effortlessly and carefully, with gentle love that is meant for such wonderful gifts, she has chosen to bare adornments, decorations, something her sister would coo over with glee. “...jewelry.”
The betrayed deemed Ovidius is looking at her, smiling, acting as if she has been given a gift from the skies above. Am I the next to lose my gifts? She checks both sides. Still there. She asks for a name, claiming that she is ‘clumsy’ in the process. Teeth unfurl from her lips as her snarl deepens into a further pit of rage.
But by the time that she prepares to throw herself into battle with this unholy beast, the Earth Spirit has found a way to cease her emotions. They are a blur of colours that glimmer in the light, with wings of exquisite beauty and size, height that makes Nirvana feel insignificant under. Their beauty makes her feel dull in comparison, not that her own personal beauty was ever a thought in her head. Warriors are not beautiful, they are strong, powerful and brave, but what is the tale? Beauty killed the Beast?
Joints lock into place as her weight flees into her wings, lifting their
Her wounds are brought up. An omen. Does Beauty not care for tradition? Does she want to bring bad luck upon her? “What is your Birth Clan? Your Life Giver? Title? Did your Sacrificial Clan not teach you of omens? You bring bad luck. Like the abomination.”
And an omen does arrive to them. As if everything of ill taste falls from the sky, her descent and flight had been followed. Their wings come as a welcome feature, but as she (finally)pulls her eyes away from the multi-coloured mare
“I do not need assistance from something such as yourselves. You have strayed far from the Sky Mother and her gifts, brought objects to your bodies that tear the sky and tossed your gifts aside. How far are you from becoming Ovidius the betrayer?” She turns to her sister, the beauty, looking for answers. “Why did you choose to go so far from your home? What have you all done to push you so far from the Clans that you must call your home Helovia?”
OOC: Just an fyi, if possible i'd really like for this thread to move quickly and might skip people if it takes a while for them to reply.
@Yaotl @Rhea @Ovidius
