| Hidden Account atk: 4 | def: 7.5 | dam: 7 |
| Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17.1 hh :: 3 HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Ka'Mate :: Harpy Eagle :: None
& Ka'Ora :: Harpy Eagle :: None
M.E. |
speak
The roar that finally leaves him is prodigious indeed; it had been smoldering within his stomach, gestating within the pits of seething magma that began to slowly churn about inside him once again, after the initial shock of his mother’s death receded from his bones. It had bubbled and boiled, becoming smoke as it reached the antechamber of his chest; it solidified into something whole, tangible, a force that gathered momentum as it raced upwards out of his throat. It is a fuse of some kind, long-lost fuel of a different sort—it touches the air as he opens his lips, and is as though the battalions of hell itself are unleashed through his maw. It is a wild beast, this roar, his fury incarnate, a breathing, raging beast that would spread its wings of blazing coal and race through the air, slicing the wind upon thermals of hellfire, a gargantuan beast of a dragon that races toward the salvation of his sister, his sister.
But then, it is only a roar.
He does not have a dragon.
Come on!! he would have shouted to his womb-mate, the other half of his flesh, his younger, greater brother Abraham. It does not leave his mouth, ruined as it is with the unadulterated fury that has just passed through it; it is communicated through the lines of his body, hot and seething, the blur of his dark-feathered hooves that have already sprang into action on the heels of his fury. He watches as that mare--that mare that he knows somehow—leaps from the clouds, spreading her wings and diving, diving, diving for the wretched demon that has decided to steal his sister.
He would have jumped, if it would have brought a means.
But no. It is a cloud that he must trust himself to.
A cloud.
Eyes pulse, red. Head rumbles, splitting in a headache. He is becoming undone, torn asunder, eternally cursed, it seems, by an island of divine paradise.
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You can't escape the wrath of my heart
Beating to your funeral song
All faith is lost for hell regained
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by: Kristi Herbert at flickr
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