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08-28-2016, 12:17 PM
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Isopia When the water spills, the glass will break It drips like tears, running up your face Two dragons glided towards the small cove where Grusha, Tae, and the three canines were currently digging up bones. One dragon, a small bronzey companion, flitted happily on the air currents. Although Tallsun was almost over, the thermals were still wide enough to coast on, and Hubris took no small amount of pleasure from opening his wings to their fullest width and coasting gayly. Isopia on the other hand was a much more pragmatic flyer, even as a dragon. The same markings still covered her pelt, only her dragon form was much more regal than her equine one. Four horns spirred from her skull, just as they normally did, but were now longer (if a little thinner than normal). It wasn't often that Isopia took this form - only when strong emotion gripped her or she needed to feel powerful - but today she assumed her draconian form if only to reach the Falls that much faster. Immediately as she neared her clearing she knew something was wrong. Although she couldn't make out much from her vantage point high in the sky, she could see that there were shapes within her ring of trees. Decidedly equine shapes. The two who she had brought to her clearing willingly - Volterra and Zero - would likely never come to it without her. They'd likely wait in the ring of trees, knowing how sacred Isopia considered her secret clearing. As she flew now, her movements fueled by panic and anger, her dragon-eyes could see three smaller shapes - dog looking things - in the clearing as well. That five had invaded her clearing rather than two made pinpoints of fury temporarily blot out Isopia's vision. With a roar, the demi-goddess angled her wings downwards and flew with as much speed as she could muster. Though despite all of this it never occurred to the Mountain that someone might have disturbed the grave of her unborn child. Large draconian wings swept back as Isopia fought to slow her inertia enough to land. Her entrance was clumsy for she hadn't backed off of her speed quickly enough. Her talon-ed legs gripped the earth, tearing into it as she forced it to bear her weight, made heavier by the speed she had carried with her. Immediately her eyes went to the grave of her child - the earth scattered around, the bones moved (and some even hanging in the air, as if held by invisible tendrils). She saw the deer carcass, how it was torn a part and how it even appeared that some of those bones had been placed in the grave. For once in her life the demigoddess didn't seek to understand. She moved through the rational, giving in immediately to the rising wall of emotion that she had thought she had finally dismantled. All of her guilt and grief over what had happened with Volterra pitched itself against her throat, and she let out a roar of pain and fury. Her golden gaze fixed on Tae and Grusha, assuming that the wolves were merely their companions, and that if she got them to leave, the wolves would follow. Again her jaws opened and she roared. "LEAVE THIS PLACE." She screamed, her voice an arrow of emotion. With her magic she reached out and grabbed at the earth beneath the two girls, meaning to claw it away and unsteady them. At the same time she used her magic to heat the rocks and stones that littered her clearing, hurling them towards the winged fillies. While this was occurring, fueled by Isopia's anger, Hubris had descended and fixed his gaze upon the wolves. He kept himself high enough that he was out of their reach even if they should jump, but low enough to throw his own magical attacks at them. Ice and electricity left his parted jaws aimed for Nashoba and Hel. |
