[LACE CHALLENGE] the Queen of Peace

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[LACE CHALLENGE] the Queen of Peace

Lace the Silverthorn Posts: 459

Deceased atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5

Stallion :: Equine :: 15.3 hh :: 14 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE

Fajira :: Plain White Dragon :: Fire Breath Chan

09-07-2015, 12:52 PM

Lace the Silverthorn
It is our actions that define who we are

This went from bad to worse at the drop of a hat. Was it because he had been bold enough to think luck was on his side? Should he have been more humble as he proclaimed himself to be in the favor of luck and good fortune? Well, either way it had all abandoned him by now. Why such powers would side with the frost-speared queen of bitches he had no idea - who would ever want to follow someone like him anyway? - but he supposed it didn't really matter anymore.

The flames of his defender just barely missed and Fajira let out a high pitched screech of dismay. She had meant that attack, she had been utterly and completely serious yet the fire still hadn't reached the ivory hide. Angling her wings she rose again in the air, turned to come back for another go...

... and pain such as they had never felt before erupted within their veins. They screamed, and in the roaring fires of her agony Lace became blind to everything. Like the fool Mauja thought he was the stallion walked right into the trap, oblivious to it in face of his dragon's pain, and didn't realize it until it was far too late. Blocked off from escape he was forced to witness how the pale, slender shape of Fajira fell through the air and landed with a dull thump on the snow.

The sound seemed much too quiet for such a monumental event.

He grieved as her consciousness fell away into darkness. He raged even as he threw a wild, accusing glare in the direction of Nyx, shoved to the sidelines by the rage of the once and future kings. How can you just stand there and let this happen? it seemed to say. Why are you staying in the shadow of someone who would do this?

He could do nothing but watch as Mauja drew in on him. Lace had feared death many times in his life but never had the prospect of dying seemed less inviting than now. He didn't want to go. There were so many things left to do, so many faces he longed to see. Cathun, Tandavi, Amaris, Semira, the last remnants of what once could have been a happy family.

They all seemed to parade before him, but as the horn plummeted towards him everyone faded, leaving only one. A dark face with lips that curled into a mysterious smile, such vivid, living golden eyes framed by inky lashes.

"Silverthorn... Won't you fly with me?" she whispered, inviting, challenging.

"Yes..." he replied, like he should have done that time, so long ago now. "I will fly."

On his chest the amethyst stone began to glow and pulsate. A throbbing hum reverberated from it that nearly made his ears pop. Lace felt magic leak out from the stone as it cracked. It enveloped him, hot, dark, constricting, expanding. He reared in defiance against death and the white fool who thought he could end the life of the Silverthorn, and as he did his body changed, stretched and swelled, hardened from fur to scale and hair to spike.

Pain was within him, pain was all he could feel, pain was what made him draw for breath and pain forced his heart to beat. When it faded he was no longer Lace the former king, Lace the vagabond, the good for nothing loser of a fight he shouldn't have started.

The horn of the Frostheart pierced not the supple skin of an equine but slipped and scratched the hard scales of Lace the Silverthorn, the argent dragon. Golden flame roared out towards the face of the unicorn from point blank range, with a swipe of the enormous wings he broke the pillars of ice that trapped him, ready to take to the sky.

He was strong. He was glorious. He would fly off without a scratch, soar through heaven in eternity and dance with the golden queen who had made him what he was. Never would he feel sorrow again!

Ice erupted from the ground. It punctured the softer hide of the belly and punched deep into the gut, ripping and tearing organs as it went. Another followed, and a third, deadly tip penetrating so deep into the chest that it stopped millimeters from the heart.

But the dragon didn't notice. He had already succumbed to the darkness. The crash as his body hit the ground trembled the ground - and if Lace would have heard it, he would have thought it far more satisfying than before.

WC: 762
PC: 4/4

Summary: Lace is trapped by the ice, Fajira takes the full brunt of the attack and falls unconscious. Lace rears and uses his Moon Amulet to turn into a big, silver dragon. He tries to breathe fire into Mauja's face, shatters the ice that trap him with the wings and try to take to the sky when he is pierced by the ice spikes from below. They do serious damage but does NOT pierce the heart.

Lace is now unconscious, seemingly dead.