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SWP :: Blunt Little Instruments (Part II)

Isopia the Mountain That Knows Posts: 780
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Isopia
sed quis custodiet  ipsos custodes?


Somewhere in the back of her mind, Zero's actions are on replay. Even as her focus splits between protecting the egg given to her, attacking the tiger, and maintaining her balance, she thinks of her one-winged friend.

Volterra moves away from her to attack, and as he does so, his presence bleeds from her mind, leaving more room for Zero. Her friendship with the mechanically-inclined boy is unfettered by feelings of lust, and in that way it is wholly distinguishable for what she feels for Volterra (or what she thinks she feels). Her friendship with Zero is pure. It is perhaps the only tie to a time where the demi-god was slightly more innocent and softer somehow. She was filled with wonder back then, in her days spent by the pool discussing nonsense with the only boy whose mind worked as fantastically and frantically as her own.

Focusing her energy on the ground beneath and near Zero, she formed a rough set of stairs. Zero's body did not grow as fast as hers did, obviously, but was already rather small. She hoped that this naturalistic set of stairs might help both he, and his golum, reach places on the Tiger that previously he might not have been able to. Unlike Gaucho perhaps, Iso was not worried about keeping her friend safe. She was only wanted to help him in whatever he chose to do. 

The girl's large golden eyes watched as water poured from seemingly inside of the Tiger - magic controlled by her Father. Her eyes narrowed as her mind quickly reeled trying to discern whether or not this was the best course of action to take. External wounds could be sustained ... but internal? The cries of the Tiger-God reached her ears in hurried and burning cadences. The sound of suffering did not wound her soul, but neither did she relish its sound. The God had to die - yes. But it did not have to suffer. Looking now to her Father, and his choice of magic, she understood. A rockslide might crush the Tiger, leaving only an ounce of life left in it. But drowning it from the inside would be faster, with no margin for error.

Setting her sights on the Tiger, Isopia followed her Father's course of action. A delicate ribbon of water flowed from Isopia, heading towards the beast. It warped and danced, controlled smoothly bu the earthen-child. Her intent was to drown the creature, by forcing the water into its roaring jaws and down its nostrils. Accompanying this was a mixture of earth and water - thick mud meant to blind the creature, and block its ears. She wanted the creature to die quickly and in the dark. It was the most compassionate death she could think of. 






CONTEST WINNER.

Team Earth God.

Makes a rocky stair case for @Zèklè so that he and his golum can attack from a higher position if they want. Then she uses her water magic to try and drown the Tiger by forcing it into its nose and mouth, then makes a rocky mud to blind it and plug its ears. 



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Messages In This Thread
RE: SWP :: Blunt Little Instruments (Part II) - by Isopia - 10-25-2015, 12:46 PM
RE: SWP :: Blunt Little Instruments (Part II) - by Morenth - 10-26-2015, 02:35 AM
RE: SWP :: Blunt Little Instruments (Part II) - by Nuray - 10-27-2015, 02:08 AM
RE: SWP :: Blunt Little Instruments (Part II) - by Evaneska - 10-27-2015, 02:21 AM
RE: SWP :: Blunt Little Instruments (Part II) - by Dovahkiin - 10-27-2015, 12:02 PM
RE: SWP :: Blunt Little Instruments (Part II) - by Beest - 10-27-2015, 01:09 PM
RE: SWP :: Blunt Little Instruments (Part II) - by Rune - 10-27-2015, 02:58 PM
RE: SWP :: Blunt Little Instruments (Part II) - by Kipling - 10-27-2015, 10:33 PM

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