amicus quod prosapia | Destrier, NPC

amicus quod prosapia | Destrier, NPC

Tor Posts: 197

World's Edge Nurse

Mare :: Equine :: 17.1 :: 9

Adoptable

01-23-2013, 03:16 PM

Birds. They flood inwards, flickering wings and glistening eyes, hard and unwelcoming, terrifying, claws razor and beaks sharp, with the hunger of a predator. They split into two flocks, an ugly flurry of wings, black wings, wings that flap and drown out all else, a cacophony of crawing and croaking, and the numbers are so large the grass swirls under the wind created by their wings, exploding into existence. Eyes glittered menacing red, blood red, crimson red.

Panic threatened to engulf, to fill her to the brim, send her galloping. It was only Destrier's voice, hardly audible over the roar of their wings, that kept her still and trembling. Her panicked head was filled with questions- what were they? Where did they come from? Why was there no shelter? If they could get in the trees, would they be safe? How would this work? What about Destrier? Even if she did escape- unlikely as it was- wouldn't they just teem upon the dark stallion she was irrevocably falling for?

More panic. It flooded her, washed away logic and common sense, filled with the ancient, intimate sense of fight or fly like the wind. It was a right proper sense too, born into every horse in order to keep them alive. The wind seemed to howl around her, sending her mane twisting. Why hadn't she ever thought of some sort of defensive magic? Stupid. "Leave us alone!" Tor snarled, legs trembling and ears pinned.

Her eyes look for Des but cannot find them, seperated as they are.

Moments pass, and she cannot wait any longer. "Run, Destrier! Get to the mountains!" She shrieks, as loud as she can, and explodes into action, attempting her escape through the wall of birds to Destrier, where they could make a run for it, together.

[Ergh not my best post... ;-;]

"TOR"

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