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trouble just grew wings
You told yourself that you would not linger, and linger you do not. Decisively, you pull both of your wings towards the ground in a powerful downstroke, bolting forward into a canter that will help propel you skywards. But your hooves are just skimming the snow when the dull glint of something far to your left catches your eye—something metallic, something…horned?
If anything else, a creature of subtlety you are not, and your face is not enough to contain the double take that seizes you when you see the metal unicorn. It grips your whole body—your legs forget to run, your wings forget to move, and the only reason you’re sure that your heart hasn’t forgotten to keep up its endless tattoo is because you can suddenly hear it pounding in your ears. Over the din, only the most primal of thoughts can surface in your mind, but as soon as you catch sight of the armored spikes, you know. You can feel settle it deep in your gut and sear into your mind: enemy.
However, it’s an unfortunate time for visceral reactions when you are still in mid-takeoff. Though your distraction was momentary, it was dramatic, and it is enough to send you tumbling back to earth with all the grace of a falling boulder. You don’t have much more than half a foot of air between your hooves and the snow, but the sudden impact takes its toll: you land off balance, and immediately, you feel a pinch and a twinge as a tendon in your left front fetlock overextends. You may not have the presence of mind to swear, but the bellow you let loose clearly signals your discomfort.
What’s worse, the beast is wasting no time. In the glimpse you caught of him before your fall, he was charging you, and though your awkward landing has placed him out of your sight, you’re sure that he must be nearly upon you by now. Grunting, you heave yourself into a limping canter, and then into a wobbly gallop, wings outstretched. You will not be distracted this time. With an injured leg, your best bet is to take to the sky, and as you launch yourself into the air, the pressure on the tendon abates. While it still throbs, it is much more bearable in flight. Sucking in a breath, you flap harder and fly higher. You’ll fight this piece of scum, handicap and all.
At about a hundred feet, you slow your ascent, banking left and beginning to turn in a wide circle above your enemy. There are no warm currents above this frozen wasteland to support you, so your assessment must be quick. Glancing down, you see a small figure—not as sturdy as your old nemesis, you judge, but from above, your suspicions are confirmed: this one appears to be made of metal. Your last unicorn was just a fluke compared to this one, a common savage compared to this gruesome, clanking creature. Now this is the type of war machine you imagined, this freak of nature. This is how your brothers were cut down, with the strange and savage weaponry of the beasts like this one. And it incenses you all the more.
With a sharp cry, you plummet from the sky, angling your wings. You’re attempting to aim your body at the metal spine, before slamming into it from behind. While you doubt that you can pierce metal, a little brute force might do the trick. The dive is difficult, but thanks to beasts like these, you’re used to hard flying. It’s not so easy to land on a rock in the middle of the ocean, after all, is it? Oh, the irony! As your eyes lock on your target, charcoal lips curl into a grimace of a smile. This abomination picked the wrong pegasus to mess with.
WC: 647
Attacks: 1/3
OOC: Sorry this took so long, Brit! I’ve had a lot going on at school, but I’ll try to be more timely about this next one. Also, just as a side note, Gull assumes Hotaru’s a ‘he,’ so those aren’t typos, just him being sexist.
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