BELLONA

A satisfied smirk bestows the fleeing girl’s maw, but the scaled giant’s retaliation steals her glory for its own. A thick layer of some tar-like substance spills over a rainbow hide as the beast strikes her down. A few black splatters cling to her wings, forcing the fumbling bird to land. Striped pillars burrow in the sand as her body collides with the shore, rolling to the side to minimize the impact in her legs and absorbing as much damage as possible with her barrel. A jeweled neck cranes itself back, allowing the maiden to analyze her body and make note of any wounds. Other than a burnt tongue and a trio of shallow rows on her rump, there is nothing worthy of concern. Green shoulders quiver in response to the muck that spills off them, but the maiden does not share their disgust. She has been coated in blood before, and it does not come as a shock that she is covered in the precious fluid again. If anything, the chieftess yearns to bathe in more of it.

Eager eyes watch the monster as its hide absorbs the flames, dying its scales an angry tone that seems to reflect its own rage. Her blue skull flickers from side to side as she witnesses the others try their hand at destroying it, and her feathered wither twitches in amusement. As far as she can tell, physical attacks to its armored body do almost nothing, and the power of those who can manipulate fire only seem to encourage its tantrum. Orange eyes roll back in disdain. Will she have to teach them all how to fight properly? All but one, at least, for the insolent black unicorn has tried to steal her idea. If the rainbow warrior’s hide could mimic the lizard’s transformation, it would be stained the brightest red of all. How dare he steal her thunder!

A painful screech rips free of her maw as the woman enters the water, stirring the murky surface with her rapidly churning limbs. She is aware of the sting of her wounds as the salty fluid licks them, but her pain is no match for the outrage that has taken hold of her senses. Pushing herself into a canter, the bird readies her instruments for flight. Long locks of hair are cast about as she pushes off, dripping with water as she speeds towards the talkative bone. It will not come as a shock should the beauty reach the beast before the stag does; her aerial prowess and agile movements are enough to prove that. Although it is still possible that the horned man will grab it before she is able to, that will not stop her from trying.

In her attempt to meet with the beast before he does, the peahen gives a powerful stroke of her wings and surges slightly past the embedded weapon. More of the black substance spills upon her coat as she does this, but she deems the mess necessary should her assault go as planned. Angling her body so that her rear hooves line up with the bone, the maiden bunches her muscles and launches her legs towards it. If she has managed to stay near the writhing creature, her barrage should either drive the possessed thing deeper or jar it just enough to hurt. Scratch whatever the unicorn had in mind; this was my idea first.


{Bellona gains three scratches from the monster's claw on her hindquarters, and crashes onto the sand. She watches as the others try to attack it, realizing that physical wounds and flame seem not do much damage. She witnesses Morir lunge for the bone and, outraged, she takes flight to beat him to it. Angling her body so that her hind legs can reach the bone, she kicks out at them, hoping to either wedge it in further or just hit hard enough to hurt.}

Still under 600 words. Seeks a common rougarou companion. Wishlist Denial}

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