.svg/2000px-Google_Chrome_icon_(2011).svg.png){kind=icon}
04-09-2017, 03:46 PM
She would smack him upside the head for his ridiculous thoughts if she could hear them. There’s a trick to making others think you are everything you aren’t. Act like it. That’s it. That's the whole trick. Walk in like you own the place and people will assume you own the place. They don’t ask. It’s a magic trick that doesn’t require any actual magic. You don’t need to fend off stupid fire cheetahs, or beg the Gods, or strike a bargain with Kaos for this particular skill. You just fucking decide you own the place.
Because really, look at her. What place does Weaver have on the battlefield? She is small and delicate and built for running around, not for trying to pummel someone into the dirt. But she does it anyway. And does anyone doubt that she belongs on a battlefield? Nope. At least, not that they’ve had the balls to say to her face. Because she acts like she belongs here. She’s reckless and vicious and throws herself into a fight so completely that no one second-guesses her. How could they? If you second-guess yourself, you are shit out of luck.
Erebos cares. Even she knows this without the ability to read minds. She’s seen the way he bristled and broke when she asked if she should trust him in that moment. He cares. And that caring goes one of two ways. Either it makes you stronger, or it shatters you. She would tell him to wear all his cares on his sleeve, to turn caring and worry into pride and determination. To wave it around like a flag everywhere he went. To scream to the Heavens that the Basin will be something, that his army will be unstoppable. And then, do you know what happens?
Magic.
She already follows him for her own reasons, but then, she might follow him for his. Attitude is infectious. If he told her his dreams, he might find that she wants to be a part of this glorious ideal he’s created. Worry doesn’t get you shit. But determination does. Determination is how she lands any blow. It's how her feet manage to find Erebos' hind end, leaving what she hopes in a nice bruise on that pretty ass. There are other things she’d love to do to that ass, but ah, he's hardly the type. They are so different, but not in the ways that matter. They both fight to prove themselves, to strengthen their herd.
She thrills at the hit as she always does, feeling alive and powerful despite the fact she is neither. She has died twice, and should not walk among the living as she does. She is not powerful either, in comparison to others. But would you doubt either of those two things about her? That she is alive and powerful, that she is something to remember? No, because she doesn’t let you doubt it.
She doesn’t think as he charges her side, but reacts on instinct. She moves forward, her feet worthless and slow in the mud. Why did she land again? Oh right, so he could actually reach her. But the mud sucks at her hooves and she can’t escape his attack, that blue sword slicing across her right haunch as she moves away. It feels like a surface wound, annoying but it doesn’t slow her down (unlike the damn mud). A slew of innuendoes come to mind, but she keeps her mouth shut. He's not that type, and besides, she should focus on the fight. Just because she’s gotten lucky and only has a few scrapes doesn’t mean the rest of the battle will go that way. They are not done, and she’s hardly proved herself at all. Luck doesn’t last.
She turns to her right, letting her back legs skid through the mud. She tries to use the skid to her advantage for a little extra speed, because he's faster than her, and she needs the help. It’s a gamble, because she could end up sprawled in the mud instead, but everything Weaver does is a gamble. Life is a risk, and the odds are usually worth playing. She scrambles to get her legs beneath her as she starts to move forward, aiming for Erebos' right side. At the last minute, she ducks her head, aiming all seven of her horns for his ribs on his right side. Might as well use his own attack against him. Maybe Lady Luck is still on her side.
Attack: 3/3 – Words: 753
Summary:
- Erebos horn leaves a small cut on her right haunch
- Weaver turns to her right, aiming her horns for Erebos ribs on his right side
Because really, look at her. What place does Weaver have on the battlefield? She is small and delicate and built for running around, not for trying to pummel someone into the dirt. But she does it anyway. And does anyone doubt that she belongs on a battlefield? Nope. At least, not that they’ve had the balls to say to her face. Because she acts like she belongs here. She’s reckless and vicious and throws herself into a fight so completely that no one second-guesses her. How could they? If you second-guess yourself, you are shit out of luck.
Erebos cares. Even she knows this without the ability to read minds. She’s seen the way he bristled and broke when she asked if she should trust him in that moment. He cares. And that caring goes one of two ways. Either it makes you stronger, or it shatters you. She would tell him to wear all his cares on his sleeve, to turn caring and worry into pride and determination. To wave it around like a flag everywhere he went. To scream to the Heavens that the Basin will be something, that his army will be unstoppable. And then, do you know what happens?
Magic.
She already follows him for her own reasons, but then, she might follow him for his. Attitude is infectious. If he told her his dreams, he might find that she wants to be a part of this glorious ideal he’s created. Worry doesn’t get you shit. But determination does. Determination is how she lands any blow. It's how her feet manage to find Erebos' hind end, leaving what she hopes in a nice bruise on that pretty ass. There are other things she’d love to do to that ass, but ah, he's hardly the type. They are so different, but not in the ways that matter. They both fight to prove themselves, to strengthen their herd.
She thrills at the hit as she always does, feeling alive and powerful despite the fact she is neither. She has died twice, and should not walk among the living as she does. She is not powerful either, in comparison to others. But would you doubt either of those two things about her? That she is alive and powerful, that she is something to remember? No, because she doesn’t let you doubt it.
She doesn’t think as he charges her side, but reacts on instinct. She moves forward, her feet worthless and slow in the mud. Why did she land again? Oh right, so he could actually reach her. But the mud sucks at her hooves and she can’t escape his attack, that blue sword slicing across her right haunch as she moves away. It feels like a surface wound, annoying but it doesn’t slow her down (unlike the damn mud). A slew of innuendoes come to mind, but she keeps her mouth shut. He's not that type, and besides, she should focus on the fight. Just because she’s gotten lucky and only has a few scrapes doesn’t mean the rest of the battle will go that way. They are not done, and she’s hardly proved herself at all. Luck doesn’t last.
She turns to her right, letting her back legs skid through the mud. She tries to use the skid to her advantage for a little extra speed, because he's faster than her, and she needs the help. It’s a gamble, because she could end up sprawled in the mud instead, but everything Weaver does is a gamble. Life is a risk, and the odds are usually worth playing. She scrambles to get her legs beneath her as she starts to move forward, aiming for Erebos' right side. At the last minute, she ducks her head, aiming all seven of her horns for his ribs on his right side. Might as well use his own attack against him. Maybe Lady Luck is still on her side.
Attack: 3/3 – Words: 753
Summary:
- Erebos horn leaves a small cut on her right haunch
- Weaver turns to her right, aiming her horns for Erebos ribs on his right side
- weaver -
@Erebos
Please tag in all posts
Magic use/power playing is okay, but check before serious injury/death
Image by AmoretteRose
