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01-11-2016, 09:55 PM
The first sight of her dark daughter had Megaera’s playful grin twitching at the corners of her mouth; she always looked forward to a good spar and the bonding time with Mordecai would only add to the fun. A careless laugh started deep in her throat but met its quick death when she failed to find any trace of humor reflected back at her. Chance and not blood had given them the same eyes but while hers had been alight with pride and excitement she only saw a strange, steely sort of determination in Mordecai’s black pools.
Megaera had always had a temper, it could not be denied, it flared quickly when there was cause but often faded just as fast. There had always been a different cast to the anger she glimpsed in the filly she had been given to love and cherish, and because she could not comprehend the reason for it the Sunspear had tried to ignore it altogether. To her it seemed to be a colder anger than she had ever felt—something of stone, not fire—that was rooted so deeply she’d never had a chance of stopping it. Now, Meg thought she saw a bit of it and as the girl came to a stop, facing her in the great arena, all thoughts of training fell away. Her ears fell slightly, and a quizzical concern fell over her face in the seconds they stood squared against each other. Had she done something? Had something happened? Perhaps this isn’t the time to train… she thought, and began to take a step forward, speaking more softly, “Mordec—EEAAHHH!!!!”
Megaera’s word was turned into a scream. Shock drove the sound just as much as the pain did, and that was considerable. All at once her entire body was seized in a searing vice as her own blood began to burn. What is this? Why?! her mind could barely form the questions but she could never have spoken them as she only yelled in a wild outrage at the fire in her veins. Every part of her body that needed blood was captive to it—and that meant every part of her. Muscles stiffened and quivered, trying to reject the conflagrating fluids her heart traitorously pumped out and all other senses seemed to fall away because she could feel only the burning that seemed like it would last forever.
Even when the acid abated, it did not go quietly. Her blood ran red again but her daughter’s magic left the damage it had made on her insides and the sting of it made every movement agonizing. Where she had vein close to the surface, namely around her face and lower legs, the acid had eaten holes through her skin and now small red rivulets dripped slowly from the burns.
Awareness roared back to her but not in time to avoid her daughter’s charge. Finally able to feel more than the fire, Megaera recognized first the pressure of teeth on the back of her neck, pushing her head downward. “NO!” The roar was raspy and the movement that accompanied it was instinctive, violent, for in those first few seconds of consciousness she forgot that it was someone she loved that stood above her.
The Sunspear’s head thrashed and her neck twisted, trying at once to wrench it away from Mordecai’s grip and bring her own snapping teeth to the patch of neck behind her daughter’s ears—a place she had so tenderly nuzzled so many times before. Her goal, still still running on instinct as her thoughts fought their way back from the acidic takeover, was to avoid being caught under her taller opponent at all costs. Her wings snapped open and swept down again as she tried to lift her front half into a rear. Hooves flailed toward chest and face to force her opponent back.
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attack:: 1/3
words:: 648
summary:: Meg tries to speak but is interrupted by Mordecai's acid magic. Body seizes for the duration of the magic, she stands still-ish and can only yell. Comes back to conciousness when the acid abates but is still buned and in pain. Mordecai is already forcing her head downward. She tries to twist her head out of her grip to bite the top of Mordecai's neck and rear with forelegs thrashing towads her head and chest.
injuries:: Internal burns throughout body, small open sores on her face and lower legs, bleeding slightly
Megaera had always had a temper, it could not be denied, it flared quickly when there was cause but often faded just as fast. There had always been a different cast to the anger she glimpsed in the filly she had been given to love and cherish, and because she could not comprehend the reason for it the Sunspear had tried to ignore it altogether. To her it seemed to be a colder anger than she had ever felt—something of stone, not fire—that was rooted so deeply she’d never had a chance of stopping it. Now, Meg thought she saw a bit of it and as the girl came to a stop, facing her in the great arena, all thoughts of training fell away. Her ears fell slightly, and a quizzical concern fell over her face in the seconds they stood squared against each other. Had she done something? Had something happened? Perhaps this isn’t the time to train… she thought, and began to take a step forward, speaking more softly, “Mordec—EEAAHHH!!!!”
Megaera’s word was turned into a scream. Shock drove the sound just as much as the pain did, and that was considerable. All at once her entire body was seized in a searing vice as her own blood began to burn. What is this? Why?! her mind could barely form the questions but she could never have spoken them as she only yelled in a wild outrage at the fire in her veins. Every part of her body that needed blood was captive to it—and that meant every part of her. Muscles stiffened and quivered, trying to reject the conflagrating fluids her heart traitorously pumped out and all other senses seemed to fall away because she could feel only the burning that seemed like it would last forever.
Even when the acid abated, it did not go quietly. Her blood ran red again but her daughter’s magic left the damage it had made on her insides and the sting of it made every movement agonizing. Where she had vein close to the surface, namely around her face and lower legs, the acid had eaten holes through her skin and now small red rivulets dripped slowly from the burns.
Awareness roared back to her but not in time to avoid her daughter’s charge. Finally able to feel more than the fire, Megaera recognized first the pressure of teeth on the back of her neck, pushing her head downward. “NO!” The roar was raspy and the movement that accompanied it was instinctive, violent, for in those first few seconds of consciousness she forgot that it was someone she loved that stood above her.
The Sunspear’s head thrashed and her neck twisted, trying at once to wrench it away from Mordecai’s grip and bring her own snapping teeth to the patch of neck behind her daughter’s ears—a place she had so tenderly nuzzled so many times before. Her goal, still still running on instinct as her thoughts fought their way back from the acidic takeover, was to avoid being caught under her taller opponent at all costs. Her wings snapped open and swept down again as she tried to lift her front half into a rear. Hooves flailed toward chest and face to force her opponent back.
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ooc::
attack:: 1/3
words:: 648
summary:: Meg tries to speak but is interrupted by Mordecai's acid magic. Body seizes for the duration of the magic, she stands still-ish and can only yell. Comes back to conciousness when the acid abates but is still buned and in pain. Mordecai is already forcing her head downward. She tries to twist her head out of her grip to bite the top of Mordecai's neck and rear with forelegs thrashing towads her head and chest.
injuries:: Internal burns throughout body, small open sores on her face and lower legs, bleeding slightly
Image Credits
@Mordecai
FAC FORTIA ET PATERE
be brave and endure
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