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Lyricism [Common SS Drop]
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02-21-2015, 10:52 AM
02-21-2015, 02:11 PM
She is beginning to possibly enjoy the games, but the selection of words leave her annoyed. Their foreign sounds fall into distorted messes when she speaks them, quickly making a fool of herself in the process. If it wasn't for the egg, then she would of already taken off. The bird woman brought a challenge in the past that she found no need for revenge for, but Sameira was kind enough to help her see that having a companion was a gift. Spending time with the hellhound gave her a sense of safety that she hadn't experienced in the past, and she was more likely to do things that she wouldn't have done in the past. This wasn't her first time with eggs. It might be her last time, but she couldn't make the prom- Why... Legs bolt from beneath her form, watching the egg tumble from the clutches of the winged woman and learn the horrors of flight as it soars through the air towards impending doom and death. Hooves scamper across the stone floor and she throws herself with them in terrror of watching something who wasn't experienced the beauty of the nightmare of life die, and the fact that there were others willing to die just for a small creature. Even if she wasn't the one to rescue the life of the unborn, she would be the one who stood behind to feel those of the wounded, to purge herself of the selfishness that surges throughout her veins and courses about her body when it comes to such things. The least she could do was catch it, and if she was to throw herself into the flames to save a life, it'd be a death worth the price if it was to kill her, and could easily heal herself if she was to burn herself in the flames. OOC: Attempts to catch the egg before it lands in the pit, chasing after it as it flies. you were angels, so much more than everything :: please tag me :: minor force and power play allowed
02-21-2015, 06:18 PM
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Syrena thinks it's illogical to throw Syrena let the water take me Please tag in all posts Magic use/power playing is okay, but check before serious injury/death Image by Reli
those lonely eyes don't have to be alone tonight There was a moment when time slowed and giggled like an errant child. My eyes widened as I watched what I presumed was the egg as it sailed toward the burning pit just beyond. My muscles grew rigid and I was instantly torn. Everyone had their own way of dealing with this new challenge, but for some reason this test didn’t seem to fit. Why put each of us through a series of trials only to ultimately pitch the babe into the fire? My mind had only a moment or less to process exactly what was happening and yet I there was something deep within that made me question the creature’s actions altogether.
There wasn’t enough time for me to turn around and see just how everyone had thought to respond to the witch tossing the egg, but I felt that I didn’t need to. I’d watched the creature clutch the infant to her breast just moment before and I’d studied the way she cared for her precious cargo. Yes, the witch was a questionable individual, but did this fit her memo? To me, there was more to the story. It didn’t matter what magic the others used or how they attempted to break the egg’s fall, because all of this was a hoax. Instead of racing toward the pit and the “egg” that was meant to throw everyone off balance, I turned back toward the witch perched above. Her movement had been planned and almost undetectable, but she had turned. She had twisted to plant the babe somewhere safe while switching it for a fake. I rumbled at the creature and though she was out of my reach, I attempted to circled beneath her in search of where she’d tucked the real egg. “Where is it?” I asked worriedly. If I was wrong then I faced looking like a fool, but if I were right then I would find a way to wrestle the babe from those devious feathers and attempt to determine a rightful owner myself. This was a series of tests… backward tests at that. The witch wanted to see how many of us would fling ourselves into the fire? Fine. I wasn’t going to fall for her games. Ooc: Thor is seeking a Common Zephyr w/Roc ability | Link Prior Refusals: Like Ros, Thor was eliminated from this thread: Link Summary: Thor doesn’t believe that the creature threw the egg anywhere and instead believes that she used a fake egg to pitch into the fire. He attempts to look for the egg from below her. Thor & Evangeline Lines by Tamme! Paddeh Coloring
02-21-2015, 11:07 PM
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