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01-12-2016, 05:21 PM
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Your spine is ablaze
Felling any foe with my gaze Aithniel was aware she was the second flame. Second born. Second choice. She was not the first, just as Isopia would always live beneath the shadows of the selfless Hototo. Roskuld may be bratty and rude, but she didn't deserve to act that way. She was wanted first, chosen. Same with Mesec. They wouldn't understand and quite frankly, she wasn't sure that Isopia even noticed to care. But Aithniel? She could feel it in her bones- the judgment and resentment of a population who wanted their perfect, sunny princess and instead got this cold, abandoned thing... She narrowed her gaze at the monstrosity who moved almost too easily for his frame. He was big, and she had seem him before in the battles against the Rift God. But, she didn't pay much mind then. Now, as he was facing her and awaiting this battle, she had to take him in, learn as much as she could. Untried as she was, Aithniel wasn't dumb. She knew to study her opponent well, and as such, she walked toward him confidently but without ego. Perhaps that was what she had lost as she matured - ego. No longer was her head inflated by this notion of family, and she didn't expect anyone to give a shit about her lineage. She was aware that she had to earn those bragging rights. His armor would be a great hindrance, but she had wings and this platform in the middle of the sky was not ideal for a great, sturdy steed such as he. Gravity didn't tend to take kindly to large objects in hover, she learned, so she would have to adjust her strategy to play to this irony of nature. As she looked upon the dog, she was glad that her fiery griffin was safely nestled in a tree with a family of owls, but other than that thought, she did not pay much mind. Instead, she took a deep breath and slowly unfurled her gull shaped wings from her sides, expanding the silvery, golden feathers to catch in the wind. "Lets do this," she said simply, her voice mature and deeper than before. Aithniel shoved her back hooves into the ground and pounced upward, pushing her wings down to gain lift until one of the wild breezes caught her weight. She lifted off the platform then and circled overhead, watching curiously as his dark coat started to blend with the grass, the sun obscured by the thick clouds at this altitude. Carefully, she tucked her legs close and dove, kicking her heels together to create a flame. Once summoned, she sent it flying, preferably to his hooves. Her goal was to get him as close to an edge as possible and force him to play mainly on the defensive. One solid kick by those hooves would send her reeling. She touched down briefly to regain her balance but stayed moving, not wanting to get caught static. Funny... she didn't even know his name. In her head, she just kept calling him "him" or "he" and avoiding every attempt at a nickname. Beast would be apt. Perhaps when this was all over, they could exchange names, but not now. Now, she had to find her inner fire again. [[(1/3) (545 words) - Aithniel shoots a fireball at his hooves ]] |
But burn down our home
I won't leave alive
Please tag me in everything!
