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Pain was throbbing wickedly trough her body, much like poison as her teeth met the mare's leg. Triumph pounds through her veins as the gold trimmed attacker makes a sound of pain, and blood spurts from the bight she just made. Parelia's triumph was short lived though, as she roars with laughter before the sickening blinding pain of her broken ribs. Something in Parelia gives up admits defeat, maybe it was the small part of her that wanted her to embrace the blackness that had tried to swallow her. But her name sake spirit kept her griping onto conciseness pain and fear pulling as hard as they could to take her down. As the mare launches off of her broke ribs, Parelia can't help let out a pain filled squeal. Sucking air through her pearly teeth tears fill her once bright eyes. Anger and pain fight for the dominant position in her mind as her blood slowly mixes with the sticky mud below her broken body. The cremello paint catches sight of her attackers sick happy smile and her stomach lurches dangerously. As the bitches'head lowers towards herself she tries to move, but it's all in vain, her lithe body had sunk into the mud making movement on her own next to impossible. The mare's teeth gingerly, but firmly click closed on her beloved teal feather. 'No! Not my wings!' She thinks desperately trying to flap her one uninjured appendage. The slight movement she manages sends blinding searing pain coursing through her broken ribs, as well as her damaged left wing. Her movement stops intently and she waits for what may come. As her teal feather is plucked, like a flower from it's steam, anguish strikes her heart. A pathetic whimper seeps from her darker lips. It had hurt but it was more her pride that was hurt than anything. "Because you're strong? The strong to not have to ambush... The strong..." Her raspy voice fades as the sky seems to be crying on her. If she was more alive to the world she would have noticed the clouds thinning and the sun slowly eating away at the black clouds. 'I'm going to die here, alone in the mud.' Her thought whisper softly in her head as she lay there with her eyes closed the rain slowly dying, much like she imagined herself to be. Walking "Talking" 'Thoughts' Words:398 OOC:; @[Brisa] @[Miykael][ Parelia |
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Please tag Parelia! Attack at anytime
