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SWP :: Blunt Little Instruments (Part II)

Cera the Golden Prince Posts: 419
Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4.5
Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.3hh :: 6 Years HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Ilaria :: Red Panda :: Heal Brit
#62
Cera
the Golden Prince

Beneath the weight of his hooves the tiger shudders, a furred mass that is hard to keep control of. Blood prickles hot and uncomfortable in his mouth, yanking hard on her hips to keep her grounded for just a few spare seconds. The Prince knows his sister is here on the battlefield, has one eye on her even as he's stomping and biting on the tiger's tail like a petulant colt. It annoys him a little to see everyone rush to her defense, both because she does not need it - he trusts her, he does, and he knows he cannot judge her when he himself jumps mindlessly into the fray - but also because nobody spares him the same kindness. One in particular shadows her closely, and Cera snorts in annoyance. Why don't you throw yourself straight at the tiger, for all the bumbling you're doing? It's a sour thought, but he is alone in his own battle, and one thing his revelations have not erased is the firm and unyielding belief that Ranjiri was and always would be better and more loved than he. 

It's a sad thought that is derailed by the ferocity of the battle around him, and his grip is torn free as the tigress lunges away from them, pursued by Helovian fighters like angry wasps. Cera is among them, springing forward, miraculously unharmed as angelic wings billow out beside his frail frame. He feels only the smallest needle of regret beneath his skin, to kill the tigress. Whether she deserves it or not is not his place to judge. His job is to protect his family, then his herdland, then Helovia. She has no place in that realm, and he'll not allow her to linger and cause any further damage. Not when he can see and hear the screams of those around him, heart heavy with the knowledge that the day would end in blood all around. 

He surges higher into the air, Ilaria pinging a worried image across his vision of a pale filly laying crumpled on the ground, but it's beyond her abilities so Cera momentarily ignores it. There are a few others heading higher into the skies, and Cera follows suit, diving down sharply in hopes of slamming his hooves into the tiger's left hip. Worked all the other times, right?

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CONTEST WINNER
Tries to slam into the tiger's left hip. Briefly mentions @Ranjiri and @Ilios
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Messages In This Thread
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 Cera - 10-27-2015, 07:28 PM
RE: SWP :: Blunt Little Instruments (Part II) - by Kipling - 10-27-2015, 10:33 PM

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