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04-24-2017, 04:07 PM
Of course it goes after them. Why wouldn’t the mermaid have sharp little teeth and chase them over a shell. She doesn’t actually want the shell, and for a moment she’s tempted to drop it and just end the game. She got the comb, and she could totally get away right now. Perks of flying when your target is land bound, after all. But before she can make up her mind, there’s a flash of blinding light, and both her and Raven and forced to close their eyes, both instinctively heading up because they were the least likely to run into something if they went up.
When the light clears, she is well away from the water at least as the other Phantoms yells for them to steer clear. She looks down, her and Raven circling as carrion birds do, and it’s clear their prey is far from dead. The mermaid too is on the shore, away from the sharks, hands reaching out toward Weaver in a supplicating gesture. She has no idea why the shell is so important, but maybe it can help them, and so she flies over the mermaid, dropping her prize back into the creature’s hands. The shell is nothing to her, after all.
She lands just behind the group, shifting back, muscle and bone ripping and twisting back to her usual form. Damn does that hurt. It doesn’t really get easier, though there are worse pains in the world. She comes back to join the small group as a horse, knowing she’s no use as a bird against three sharks. She takes her place in the line, head down slightly, seven horns glinting in the sun, waiting as the rest of them do. Waiting to see what the mermaid so desperately wanted her shell back for. Help, hopefully, because she doubts they’d be killing three sharks easily.
[Weaver gives the shell back, joins the rest on the shore and shifts back to a horse]
When the light clears, she is well away from the water at least as the other Phantoms yells for them to steer clear. She looks down, her and Raven circling as carrion birds do, and it’s clear their prey is far from dead. The mermaid too is on the shore, away from the sharks, hands reaching out toward Weaver in a supplicating gesture. She has no idea why the shell is so important, but maybe it can help them, and so she flies over the mermaid, dropping her prize back into the creature’s hands. The shell is nothing to her, after all.
She lands just behind the group, shifting back, muscle and bone ripping and twisting back to her usual form. Damn does that hurt. It doesn’t really get easier, though there are worse pains in the world. She comes back to join the small group as a horse, knowing she’s no use as a bird against three sharks. She takes her place in the line, head down slightly, seven horns glinting in the sun, waiting as the rest of them do. Waiting to see what the mermaid so desperately wanted her shell back for. Help, hopefully, because she doubts they’d be killing three sharks easily.
[Weaver gives the shell back, joins the rest on the shore and shifts back to a horse]
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