SWP :: Gods do die Part III

SWP :: Gods do die Part III

Tandavi The Fire Dancer Posts: 245

World's Edge Nurse atk: 6.5 | def: 9 | dam: 4

Mare :: Equine :: 16.1 :: 5 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE

Natraj :: Plain Kitsune :: Fire Charks

#14

08-31-2015, 12:36 PM

It ended quickly, the mess of yelling and magic and bloodshed silencing abruptly as the great bear toppled to the ground. The babe runs off, sobbing, and the shadow lets her go, opting to return to his bonded's side. Copper child breathes heavy exhaustion, her strength given to maintaining and manipulating more magic in a smaller stretch than she ever has before. Nostrils are flared and eyelashes flutter; she pulls herself up on trembling legs, distantly pleased to see her patient also rise. At least she has succeeded there, her fire lending strength to one who needs it.

The God of Spark is handing out gifts, his attention shifting between certain individuals, skipping over others- why? The girl is not resentful but intrigued, confused, and would be angered were it not for the exhaustion piling behind her eyes. When so many fought so valiantly, how does the God determine who should be rewarded and who should not? Wouldn't healing, explanation, even a simple "thank you" be sufficient, to encompass all and leave out none? Had they truly fought for the right to material rewards? No- they fought for honor, and they all deserved to be repaid with as much, and nothing more.

She believes this until the God's eyes turn to her, and he thanks her personally, and a third flower blooms within her hair, and she blinks back tears of gratitude and pride, hypocrisy sliding easily into her stunned and staggered mind.

The girl she healed (his daughter, a part of her mentally notes) runs off, shouting. Copper child can only watch, irritation pushing a gold ear back, too worn down and too dazed to do anything more. For a moment she hovers on the brink of indecision - she longs to find her way to solitude, but the idea of moving is so powerfully heavy - when a piercing scream stirs her heart, making the choice before her easy. The Fire Dancer grits her teeth, exhaustion and aggravation tracing lines on her moon-slashed face, and turns, trotting, to the source of the cry, her kitsune brother leading the way.

At first she is blinded by bodies, figures who offer advice, or simply shout, none of them seeming to give any aid. The girl comes in close beside Ampere, peering over the smaller mare's back, and frowning, snarling, as the mare screams, an uncommon fury washing over her face. She is tired, and Ampere's constant dramatics are doing no good for her mental state. "Shut up, Ampere!" she hisses to the mare, a dangerous note in the alto tones. "This isn't about you."

Natraj slips between long legs and relays back images of what has occurred. A stallion, distraught, above the bloodied, twisted body of an owl- and the girl is reminded of Kali with a frightening jolt, panic and anger suddenly filling her veins, fueling her own. "Move!" she snaps, waif-like shoulders shoving against flesh, fire rising down her spine and in the air around her, ready to be called on in this moment of need.

Copper child falls to her knees, letting her nose dance across downy feathers and her dark eyes flutter shut. Her moonstone casts an eerie glow upon the fallen soldier, one which contrasts against the orange and red of glowing embers encircling the owl. Sparks settle and soak into body and wings, making swift work of broken bones, flowing like water from the slender body of the Sun God's priest. Silently she lets the magic work, tuning out the world around her, until it deems itself complete, the last tendrils of fire crawling back to their mistress in narrow coils. Her breathing is shallow and her eyes stay shut, but she is tired, not dying, and a faint smile crosses her lips. At her side her brother coils, stretching to be close to her, rubbing softly across moon-slashed cheeks and daring anyone to reprimand her now.

TANDAVI
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