SWP :: Gods do die

SWP :: Gods do die

Crystarius Posts: 13

Up For Adoption atk: 3.5 | def: 6.5 | dam: 5.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2 :: 10 years HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE

Adoptable

08-20-2015, 11:05 PM (This post was last modified: 08-21-2015, 12:36 AM by Crystarius.)

Nothing was making any sort of logical sense. Until the beaten and bloody guy speaks. Within seconds, though, my comfort level plummets again. Another God? Could I really trust that he wasn't going to turn around and zap me right back to where I came from? Or eat my face off, as Winter had been so inclined to do? The Rift hadn't been a place where anyone, myself included, could trust in the 'Gods'. Unless, of course, you trusted that they were going to fuck with you somehow. I remain silent and distrusting, perhaps more-so for his magnetic draw than any prior experience I'd had with the gods of the Rift. I can't help but snort at his emphasis on 'welcome'. It was as though he'd expected us to read his mind and know that we were being 'rescued'. Fuck that. Trust needed to be earned not freely given. Especially not when it involved someone who could kill you for no damn good reason.

But just as I was about to turn away and head off into this new land so many had called Helovia, something changed... again. A portal of sorts quickly grew from nothing, expanding and revealing a very familiar version of the Falls - the sick and mangled one that I had only just came from. I stood my ground, deliberately ignoring the shouting God. I am close enough to the portal for that putrid breath to burn into my nostrils again and though my heart sank upon this rather nasty realization, my face remains stoic. Vibrations shook through me, tension in the air causing my hair to stand on end.

Then everything just snapped.

I was blown backwards, landing on my side with a thud and a grunt. The impact knocked the air out of my lungs and the dust induced a brief coughing fit as I tried to regain the oxygen I had just lost. As the dust began to settle, I lifted myself off the ground and my red gaze locked onto the spot where the portal had been. 'He's baaaack!' I think irritably, my face twisting with disgust. There goes my narrow escape. I watch quietly as the new (to me) god confronts old blue but as soon as the others spring into action, I charge. My first goal is to distract him, bring his attention on me as it had been only moments before I was taken away from the Rift. I put myself in front of him - close enough to be an irritant (and therefore difficult to ignore) but far enough back that he wouldn't be able to bite my face off without moving forward.

"Hey asshole!" I shout, putting on an air of over-confidence. "Remember me? You were about to bite my face off before I got zapped here." Everything about my tone screamed 'come at me, bro!' It was time to finish what we started. Only this time, I wasn't going to surrender myself to the gruesome death he had planned for me. I shift then, carefully watching his face and biding my time. Two attack from above and two unicorns attack from the ground. I'm not the fastest one here, maker knows, but my reflexes are bound to be faster than old man winter's. I maneuver to the side opposite the buckskin mare and charge, my muscles ripple beneath my dark pelt with my athletic and powerful stride. I aim the group of crystals upon my head towards his shoulder - hoping to injure him enough to hinder his movement. Or, at least provide enough of a distraction for the others.

I'm not a hero. Not while I crave that red mineral to the depths of my soul. It did give me one unseen advantage, though. It made me irritable as fuck.

Bring. It. On.

CRYSTARIUS

[Team Time God]