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02-28-2016, 07:20 PM
Ashamin
The stranger must have wanted this, she was too smart to egg him on so nonsensically otherwise. The stallion didn't know her well but he knew her well enough to know that the mare he'd met seasons ago had not been as crippled by immaturity as the one that stood before him, screaming, now. So she must have wanted something, wanted pain, just as Ashamin had so many times before. To hurt and be hurt, wasn't that all just living these days? Part of the haruspex wanted to be the better man and turn away from this, to leave her be. She needed to rest and face whatever ailed her, she needed to be alone. If she was to find destruction, the painted buck didn't want it to be in him. The only problem? Ashamin was good, but he wasn't that good. Suddenly every time he had hurt came back to him, and with it was the weight of all the times he had been left alone and unsupported. Thranduil had challenged and abandoned him, and Mortuus had given in with ease to Ashamin's wager when the haruspex hadn't readily accepted his help. Ki'irha was gone, and all he had left of her was the dagger along his side. He could laugh and smile with as many as he liked, but when trouble came he was always alone. People hadn't pushed for him; in times of need, they had fought against him instead of with him. Maybe, once and before all that pain, he would have turned and left. Maybe this land had corrupted his heart, for as much as he should have been the better man and done otherwise for this mare now, he didn't have that strength anymore. It wasn't her insult that caused him to snap his teeth on the chain around his neck and thrust it up before her magic. Maybe he was a coward, Ashamin couldn't care less anymore if she thought so. Her opinion of him meant little. No, it was the pain and exhaustion of so long being completely alone. The haruspex winced, thinking it was just at the sound of the spark amulet shattering, and was unsure as to what would happen next. He barely had a moment to register her attack before defending himself against it, and he didn't know if it would strike her back or simply fall flat in the space between them. Ashamin didn't care; slow, thin trails of blood flickered from his cheek, and he hadn't even noticed the flying glass shards of the amulet lightly cutting him. He didn't notice, either, the soft glimmer of harmless electricity spitting out from the scrapes for the very first time. This was his apathy, his shut down in the face of her fire. Ashamin the haruspex might have been bold, but he just couldn't do it anymore. Rakt maintained his distance, Lochan lowed softly to the dragon and pulled back, and the world began to shift. Maybe Rakt was innocent, but Lochan knew well enough what was coming next. In the slow, concentrated beating of the painted buck's heart was the preparation of magic. Slowly Ashamin tried to form the image of the mare's heart, to find what he could see inside of her. Before now he would have seen only a mirror, framed elegantly by crackling wings and casting an empty, cold sort of sheen. Now, though? Now her heart was sorrow, a creature that (should his magic succeed) would rise from the soil like a memory the Ashamin longed all too desperately to forget. The painted buck could see the manifestation forming in his mind, something like a child in the womb. A young stallion with blood on his hind, his leg shaking and with every scream pulsing with electricity. At his feet were the stones of pain, the wide expanse of the World's Edge stretching before him as opportunity fell away. How long after that had Ashamin limped, how many times had he fallen? He stood in the cold now, focusing on his magic, and felt his gilded scars itch with disappointment. Disappointment that Zahra had found him. Disappointment that she had brought him from the brink of death. Disappointment that with this second chance at life, he was making a choice like this. Stay back, Ashamin commanded the little eye through their bond as he bent his face to grip Mriga by its handle. Watch out for your brother and her dragon, he said as he slowly let Johnny's sheath fall away and Mriga's damascus steel greet the air with a delicate, ocean song. "I love you," he whispered to his companions, his reflection, his family, and his world as he aimed to plunge the dagger straight into the manifestation of a heart. "" |
WC: 798/800 (wordcounter.net)
AP: 2/4
Ashamin uses a Spark amulet. Ashamin sees Isopia's heart as himself.
:: [ Magic: DarkxSpark | Able to manifest his/another's heart as a creature made of harmless electricity which can be hurt/killed and all damage done to the vulnerable manifestation harms its source ]
:: [ Restrictions | Lasts 30 seconds in battle; requires permission outside of battle. ]
:: [ Item: Haladie ("Mriga") | Offensive. A medium-sized damascus steel haladie with a leather handle and blades carved with the mriga constellation. ]
See Ashamin's profile for more information about Lochan, Rakt, and his various items.
All magic and force allowed, barring death and permanent injury.
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