Racing passed the creature, hopefully unhurt, and her horn bloody, the girl tried to run well out of the brutes reach. it sure wouldn't be a good thing if she stopped to close and it could hit her with that massive club. Skidding to a stop on the slippery snow Zunden turned quickly back eyes darting towards Adelric trying to make sure he was alright. She would never forgive herself if he got hurt because of her failures. The orb was all but forgotten when she worried about her dear brother. She would kill the yeti even allow her own life to end, if that would save him. Snorting her barbed-wire marked leg stamped threatening at the ground daring the abominable snow thing to come at her.
"Arrogant Lingo" 'Pompous Musings'
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Notes: Wishlist [Magic: Shock x Light | can conjure lightning that takes the shape of up to 3 Maned Wolves that cause sminor shocks, for 30 seconds where ever they touch
Summary: Zunden stops trying to break the ice then tries to warn Adelric about the sharks. Seeing he saw them she then turns her attention to the Yeti and attacks. She runs to it's right trying to use her right horn to cut it's left leg. She tries to run out of it's reach before daring it to come at her.
Anger is my fuel
Blood is the cost
Victory is my prize
Deceased atk: 5.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 5.0 |
Mare :: Pegasus :: 16hh :: 3 (Orangemoon) HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
Watermel0nBob |
Life's too short to live simply |
World's Edge Philosopher atk: 5.5 | def: 8 | dam: 6.5 |
Mare :: Hybrid :: 16h :: 4 years HP: 70 | Buff: NOVICE |
Dramyrth :: Gold Dragon :: Fire Breath & Frost Breath Whit |
-- That wasn't the orb, but her dragons, having spotted the sea-monsters below, and the great ape creature above the ice. Guilt tore through the girl, swift and lancing - why, every time something like this happened upon Helovia, did something have to die? Why was the trade-off always to be paid in death and destruction?
Was it worth it?
It had never been worth it to the girl. Memories flickered through her mind of the great monster-like creature that had come through a doorway, cradling in its midst an egg that surely contained a creature capable of bonding - the girl remembered the hours she spent washing the thick, black ichor of the beast from her scythe in the ocean, and then later, at the Throat. She didn't want to have to wash the blood of this abominble snowman off her reaper's weapon as well.
So instead, she ignored the yeti, and turned her attention instead to the shapes that swam beneath the colt. Worry shot through her now, mingling with her guilt to create an anxious storm that twirled and rampaged about her heart. As her dragons continued to use their heat to make the ice thinner, she flew towards the water, towards the colt who was fleeing for his life. Following in swiftly behind the butterfly-winged girl, Amaris did similar to the speckled belle, only after she had struck out with her hoof, she followed through with her tail - even daring to swipe with her scythe so that the shark might taste what it was like to be bitten by something most certainly nearly as sharp as its own teeth. She didn't want to draw blood, but she had to protect the colt - every motion she made she claimed in her mind was for defending those who would otherwise suffer.
But did that mean that the shark would suffer instead? Obviously, she thought sadly, however, unable to take back the motions she had already made, she simply kept flying onwards, finally taking in the scene (that had turned quite turbulent swiftly) from her perch in the skies above.
:: [ Magic: Light | Able to communicate her thoughts directly to all companions (with ooc permission).]
wishlist
Prior refusals: 1 and 2
Amaris' dragons continue trying to melt the ice while she goes to kick a shark in the head.
407 words
Helovian Ancient |
Stallion :: Equine :: :: |
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Outcast atk: 6.5 | def: 10.5 | dam: 7.5 |
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.2 :: 14 HP: 79.5 | Buff: HUNTER |
Irma :: Snowy Owl :: Terrorize & Diego :: Eurasian Eagle-Owl :: Rage Neo |
[ Because I am a sucker for IC conclusions to every thread, yes. ] It was a drum-beat of destruction, a loud crack and boom rocking and splitting the world upon which they stood; the creature was abominably strong, each swing of that club a death-sentence for any unlucky enough to get caught underneath it. Mauja winced each time it struck the ice beneath them. He could almost feel it split in his heart, neat fractures mixing with ruins and craters—and each time the voice within boomed louder, not her, not her, not her. Not that he had to worry—she was right beside him, and.. Myrrine was in front of them, a small, living shield made of flesh and courage. Not her, either, his heart whispered fervently. What had happened to him? Once, he had ruled their home, and he had been as cold as these glaciers, as uncaring, and their lack of a horn would've spelled out their end for them anyway. The yeti would've been the perfect ruse to cover up his crimes. And yet there he stood, blue eyes snapping this way and that, his heart pounding all the way up in his throat because he did not want to lose them. Turns out he had a heart after all. The world came apart in a burst of light. Eyes snapped shut, and, startled, he lost touch with his magic—only the dark hunger remained somewhere beneath his heart, an ache in the back of his throat, a wolf's breath coming just half a second behind his own. Slabs of ice collided painfully with his chest, his side, his haunches, a brutal reminder of his own fragility (and a shitload of pending bruises). When he opened his eyes again, the glow, the light he had wanted so badly, was gone; only cracks remained in the thick glacial ice, wounds and scars caused by their mortal greed. And the creature was lumbering away, looking confused and hurt. Mauja could smell its blood—and his own guilt. He had helped cause this.. these fractures, these shards of ice strewn about, and even if his birds of fire had not reached the beast, his very presence had helped injure it. "Let it go," he called, tiredly—it was not innocent either, but the disappearance of the light had seemed to mollify its aggression. "There's nothing more for us here." And with that, he turned to nose Kahlua, and leave. [ Mau out. <3 ] stone cold, man or machine, the end of our dreams. |