She was doing good. She was doing so good until some assbag of a pegasus slammed into her in the air and knocked her to the ground. It all happened so fast and the girl was so new at flying that she couldn't catch herself before she hit the ground. Her right leg was the first to hit the ground, but then she kept falling. She flapped her wings, trying to catch herself, but her side hit the ground and her wing was trapped at an awkward angle under her. Pain shot through the wing joint into her shoulder and in her pain her anger skyrocketed. Mordecai clambered to her hooves, her black eyes wild as she searched for the feathery asshole that had knocked her out of the sky.
The main problem was that she didn't know which feathery asshole was the one that had knocked her down. As she looked around she saw the equine filly that had shouted at Abraham over her stupid feather and a unicorn stallion attacking Abraham. She couldn't help but think that the two of them were incredibly stupid for attacking Abraham instead of the tiger, but he was a big boy and could crush them easily enough on his own.
Mordecai's anger had lost a little of its edge, which allowed her to focus on the tiger once more. It was bleeding and blinded and needed to just die. The dark girl kept her hooves firmly on the ground as she focused her magic once more on the tiger. Instead of going for the eyes again she attempted to turn the blood that coursed through every inch of the tiger's massive body into acid. Maybe her acid would eat away veins and arteries and make the tiger bleed out where it stood. She hoped.
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MORDECAI
when the last light warms the rocks and the rattlesnakes unfold
mountain cats will come along to drag away your bones |
TEAM EARTH
tries to turn the tiger's blood to acid
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SWP :: Blunt Little Instruments (Part II)
