once upon a time we burned bright

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[OPEN] once upon a time we burned bright

Roland Posts: 230

Aurora Basin Phantom atk: 7.5 | def: 10 | dam: 2.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16 hh :: 8 yrs HP: 60.0 | Buff: NOVICE

Glo

#11

01-11-2015, 07:00 PM

The world erupted in fire. Even at a distance, the Thief was hit by a wave of heat as orange flames billowed around the dark winged stallion, lashing out towards the two of them. Roland felt as if the ground was being ripped out from underneath his feet as he flinched away, fighting the urge to retreat just as strongly as he fought against the instinct to leap in front of Lena, to throw himself in the fire's path and block her from harm.

He had only time enough to turn a stricken gaze towards the Mender as she was engulfed in flames, capturing, ensnaring her in an unforgiving inferno. The roar of the blaze overpowered the serene hiss of waves over sand, an amber glow flickering across the shoreline and against the stormy grey of water. The Thief could hardly make heads or tails of the chaos, lurching towards the fire as Lena's cry of anguish cut through the barrage. But he could only hover at its edges, the heat unbearable against his face as he watched behind the igneous haze, the mare's frame just a dark shadow that swiftly, brokenly fell to the ground beneath the fiery onslaught.

Roland was oblivious to the flames now leaping towards him, ignorant of the beast that had orchestrated it all as the Pegasus took flight. He glimpsed the shift of Lena's frame, a brief flicker of hope spearing through his chest with an almost painful intensity, before draconic flames were burning a vengeful line towards him. Roland felt the heat against his face, singeing the ends of his hair as he stumbled over his own feet in an attempt to escape their wrath, barely coaxing himself to move when his gaze was still locked on the rising frame of the Mender. Before the fire could sink its avenging claws into his flesh, it was waylaid by Lena as she flung herself into its path. She held strong against their force, once again a resilient shield, always throwing herself in front of him, damning her own wellbeing. The Thief dug his hooves into the sand as he watched, despaired, as the fire exhausted itself against her unmoving frame, the rage bleeding from it until there was nothing left. Once the flames had dispersed, the Mender collapsed before him. "No."

Roland fell to his knees at her side, ignoring the strain on his limbs as he looked her over, pressing his nose gently against the heated flesh of her neck. "Lena," he urged, refusing to believe she might have drawn her last breath. There was no magic within him that could mend her, nothing at his disposal with the power to heal her wounds. He had forgotten about their assailant, but did not spare the glance needed to find that he had taken to the skies and left them to the mercy of his fire. Hopelessness crashed against the Thief like a wave, and he let himself drop into the sand at Lena's side, the breath shuddering from his frame in a shaky sigh. He prayed that someone would come to their aid, would find them on the shoreline. But a part of him already believed that it was too late.

@[Lena]

Push your luck if it makes you a promise
that turns con men honest.

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