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07-10-2017, 05:30 PM
He laughs, a giggle of bubbling energy and spirit, wrapped safe in innocence and youth. Fun. This was fun. His blood was flowing and he was keeping up with the small brown streaks (not catching but close). The babe wasn’t concerned about actually catching them…why would he? But chasing them, with a smiling friend by his side. That was fun. He didn’t think of Haldir, or strange dark mutations his life had taken to this point. He let his lungs breathe deep and he laughed.
Rosen companion disappears and the colt, so narrow focused on squirrel, he missed the forest for the trees. He gasps, slamming his hinds on the ground, hooves skidding, kicking but the second warning was not enough and the colt slams into the trunk. BAM! “Ah!” A dull throb echoed across his shoulder. Blue eyes shut away-pain….no….But his heart was already accelerated. No! The colt bites his lip, struggling with his inner demons as he hears his new…friend?
Mocking? It rises him. And the colt looks back at his friend, the center line in his eyes still trembling with threat. Then he looks to the squirrels above. They hadn’t been mocking…just chasing, just fun? Right? No one was- His mind couldn’t grasp reason though he tried, already it was too much…
Light flashes and darts in his vision as the doves seize their targets. Blue eyes see them catch the squirrels….and them fall- Shouting…ZAPP! The pale colt squeals, jerking, as the electricity surges through his muscles, up his spine…to his heart. “Castiella!” And the last thing he sees is the dead thump of brown bodies hitting the ground before the fire flares in his mind, burning bright all he sees.
She killed them. For no reason, she killed them. His hip sizzled and stung…. They had been laughing, chasing- running, doing nothing and she- God his shoulder hurt….They had done nothing to her. They didn’t deserve it! She had killed the innocent!
The colt’s form folded and his coat glows brighter gold, brighter, till his form shifted, and the lines turning to licks of flame. It grows, flaring out, burning brighter, lashing out- then dying….down to ashes. It was still…not a sound…for a second…. whoosh. From the ashes he rises, soaring up immediately, the golden phoenix.
The flame licked body hoovers, wings beating heavily (still overworking in their little use), sending sparks scattering below. Clumsily the fire bird landed upon the log. It looks for a moment away at the squirrels below, then sharp white judgmental eyes turn on the rosen girl.
Not far off the dark stag Haldir raises his head, his face lined with strain as he listened, before leaping off into the woods at a run with a groan. He would not be winning baby sitter of the year anytime soon, that is, if Thranduil let him live to see the end of the year after this.
OOC :: You have won a phoenix! XD
Haldir is still out of sight, but on his way. =]
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