Mischief Improperly Managed [Spark/Time]

[DROP] Mischief Improperly Managed [Spark/Time]

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Dragon's Throat Alchemist atk: 7.0 | def: 10 | dam: 4.5

Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.2 :: 2 HP: 72.5 |

Mal :: Timber Wolf :: Terrorize & Hel :: Royal Hellhound :: Hellfire Odd

#12

05-01-2016, 03:23 PM

For a moment the mandible-marked filly thought all was lost. Her canine companions couldn't seem to get a hold of the orb, and indeed, it seemed to totter away from them with something like amusement. As if it knew that their jaws would be unsuccessful in their search. Her teeth clicked together and so her efforts were double on the stout-spirit that she had conjured. And so when it proved to work slightly, Tae let forth a small gasp - she hadn't been aware she was holding her breath - and wrongfully assumed that the chase was now over.

And then-

"NG!" She made a sound low in her throat, a sound of frustration before setting off again. Her mother might have been gone and her twin disappeared, but she be damned if she let a ball of static best her.

Spreading her wings, Tae took flight. She glided over the fray and positioned herself hopefully at the end of the orb's trajectory. Her wings spread. She was a target.

Avoid this. She thought mischievously, as three small stoats formed out of her larger ghostly shape and began to corral the orb (hopefully) towards her. One stoat-shape tried to fly in front of the orb, as if beckoning it forward. As if it were a game of chase, or tag. Only at the last moment would it move.

Tae knew how magic worked. She didn't need to catch the orb. She needed to ingest it. Mal and Hel joined behind the three flying stoats, barking and snapping at the orb to try and drive it directly towards Tae.

Tae flies over the group and stands with her wings outstretched, wanting the orb to crash into her. She creates three stoat-spirits to try and chase the orb, and her wolf and hellhound do the same.

No prior refusals. Wishlist. Seeking:

:: [Magic: lightxwind | Can create storms with her mind: skies darken, air temperature drops, and violent winds begin.]
:: [Restrictions | Storms influences are limited to a radius of 10m]

tae

We're speeding through red lights into paradise
'Cause we've no time for getting old
Mortal bodies, timeless souls
Cross your fingers, here we go

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