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SWP :: You thought it was over? So did I. (Part II)

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Stallion :: Pegasus :: 17hh :: 11 :: Birdsong
Eliana :: Common Zephyr :: Roc Rottie
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A lover not a fighter on the frontline with a poem
trying to write yourself a rifle, maybe sharpen up a song
to fight the tanks and drones of you being alone


Once again his magic works, pulling the disease from the black male's lungs. Offering a smile to him, Miykael manages a slight nod of his aching head. "You're welcome." he rasps, turning his head suddenly away as another cough rips itself forcefully from his lungs, spraying the black tar upon the ground before him. The black stains his lips but still he remains optimistic. Miykael isn't worried about himself. He doesn't matter but the rest of them do. So as the other male leaves to attend to the injured, Miykael's sky blue gaze seeks out Naerys in the crowd once more.

He watches as her hooves connect with the crocodile. Watches as the creature's blood splatters on the pretty white of her front legs and then he sees her panic, frantic and flailing. 'Get out of there, Naerys. Please - please get out of there.' he thinks, no... mentally begs her. She couldn't hear, of course. Not the way Eliana could. The zephyr, whom had been hovering near to the girl, acts quickly and flaps her wings in an attempt to slow down time - hoping to aid the young filly or, at the very least, keep her from death's door. Somehow, he notices his daughter recuperate enough to pull herself out of danger and then she merely hovers; remaining out of the fray for now.

Miykael heaves a rather large sigh of relief, a proud smile curving across his features. Only then, knowing his daughter to be safe, does his gaze scan the crowd that has gathered for this fight. His gaze lands on a young unicorn; his coat is nearly black with a few golden accents but what stands out to him the most is the familiar black shine of the goo upon his face - centered clearly around his eyes, mouth, and nose. Miykael steps closer but keeps enough distance between him and the fighters to hopefully avoid being hit with the crossfire. Focusing on the boy's lungs, he pulls on his healing magic and centers the light in his chest. He concentrates for several moments before allowing it to fade. The boy, he knew, would feel better even as Miykael felt worse and worse. Blood mingles with the black tar coming from his nose but it simply goes unnoticed by the healer. His breathing becomes more ragged as he looks out over the crowd for more sick that he could heal - but the sickness and pain in his head make it difficult for him to focus.


Miykael
At war with love

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Summary: Eliana sees Naerys panic and falter, so she uses her Roc ability and flaps her wings with the intent of slowing down time. Miykael finds Rikyn in the crowd, notices the symptoms of GLL and attempts to heal him.

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RE: SWP :: You thought it was over? So did I. (Part II) - by Evaneska - 10-02-2015, 02:28 AM
RE: SWP :: You thought it was over? So did I. (Part II) - by Miykael - 10-05-2015, 10:50 PM

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