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08-06-2014, 11:17 PM
Prayers are quickly answered when the familiar scent rising off Hector strikes her nostrils, the giant landing between her and the other female wielding the ball of fire. Threats pour endlessly from the trio. She bares her teeth multiple times, stepping forward with loud stamps of gray hooves that bring clouds of dust upwards where her dragger has the sharp end out, posed for any attack needed.
Four retreat when more and arrive, including the dual toned Pegasus that she'd seen at the party on the Sky Island. A spotted speaks words that try to avoid warfare. Whether or not that their speech worked was up for debate. All that mattered now was that one-
- that one was charging straight for her.
Off guard, something she could be scolded for later on time, the attack locks her muscles, bares the whites of her eyes when fear screams bloody murder throughout her young body. It all braced up for the wave of pain that was sure to erupt through her nerves when teeth and claws met a honey hide.
Shadows cover her for a moment, sure that beyond all possibilities, the cat has grown wings and flown overhead to attack her with greater accuracy that would deal more wounds. She pulls her body in more, already feeling her nerves bunch up at an attack that never hits.
Instead, a bird-like screech fills the air. At first, she is sure it is by fate that some rogue bird has come to save her, that an angel ascended from above to take away her soul to the heavens when the cat had struck her perfectly, bringing death. Her eyes, once squeezed shut behind wrinkled lids, burst open, ready to welcome to the sight of an angel in all of it's glory coming to take her away before her family.
There is no angel, merely a mass of feathers and a boy that she spent time with alone on the island. Cera, of all those that it could of been, had been her angel, the one know standing before her taking the impact when she should of been the bleeding one.
All at once, her heart shatters and her world crumbles, light floods in. This is death, surely, or a bad dream that was way too real.
Voices flood her, one that is somewhat familiar to her ears. Lost in the panic that floods her, it drowns.
"CERA, NO!""
Tears build up in her eyes. A sob catches itself within her windpipe, and she's sure she can't breathe as she back-pedals, stumbling across gravestone hooves. More light rises in, leaving her to slightly curse her companions. Every drop of what was bravery evaporates, horror taking every inch of what was once there.
This is just a dream, she lies to herself. A dream that's all to real.
you were angels,
so much more than everything
:: please tag me
:: minor force and power play allowed
