[JUDGE] instruments to plague us [challenge for freedom

[JUDGE] instruments to plague us [challenge for freedom - lace]

Lace the Silverthorn Posts: 459

Deceased atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5

Stallion :: Equine :: 15.3 hh :: 14 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE

Fajira :: Plain White Dragon :: Fire Breath Chan

12-31-2012, 09:42 AM

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Time Flies - Time Dies
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There was no time left for hesitation. It ran out, now the final sandgrain balanced on the rim of an abyss, just waiting for the final nudge before they began their endless fall.

Would he fall with them? Was he the one to do the shoving, remaining behind cloaked with victory?
The chances were slim. He managed to avoid immediate death and was allowed the briefest moment of self-gratification. He had the pleasure of beholding the General of the Basin as he danced from the threat, plans thwarted, forced to acknowledge the existence of the grullo as his body smacked into the immovable wall that was Deimos.

But it wasn't enough. How could it be enough, when the foe was left so unaffected by his attacks, not even flinching when teeth bit at his hip? The rump of the unicorn shuffled away and for the third time today the black hooves of the guardian scraped through air, dealing no damage whatsoever - not to the prisoner, at least.

His own ego was another thing.

Was he really that weak? Was this all he could accomplish? Chest heaving from the rapid sessions of fast movements the stallion began to turn around his rear to face the reaper once more, and found himself wobbling unsteadily. The wounds upon his body throbbed, ached in nauseating pulsation accompanied by the scent of blood, the stench of burned flesh; without even knowing what it was, he felt the deadly life stealing magic wash over like a black wave.

Black dots began to dance before his eyes. Limbs, slender and strong, started trembling as penetrating chill robbed them of their strength, heat stolen away by every hoarse breath. Believing it to be fatigue the soldier inhaled deeply, gasping for air to absolve this spell - but in vain, for no amount of oxygen in the world would help him recover from this. As if from a great distance the glazier heard a warbling scream, a crying gull erupting from the sky as she dove down in a cloud of flame. It was a wonderful sight, magical and enchanting - he felt like crying upon seeing the dove wobble in the air, fire dying without hitting a mark as the wings gave out and sent her tumbling to the ground.

There were no more enemies. There was only the dying trees, the weakness infesting his heart and the little dragon that fell helplessly from the heavens, dying and defeated. His heart broke for her, he threw himself to the left and forced the muscles to comply as he forced himself into a rear, one meant not for battle but to save a life that meant more to him than anything else in the world. He caught her on the base of his neck and felt the little body tumble down the back, scales and claws cutting his back on the way to the ground - but he didn't care. She was his entire life, and he would make sure she came out of this while still breathing.

The thud as she landed upon the ground was quiet, too small to fully illustrate the impact it had on the equine who's heart she owned. When the mists of the forest enveloped her delicate frame he found himself turning, eyes dead and body dying, toward the intruder who surely had to be the cause of this. Who else would bring such destruction to his home, who else could make the trees of the forest crumble and bow to the earth?

He would never be forgiven for this.

With a feeling that this might be the last thing he accomplished in life, the spider-laced dragon-kin eased forward, forcing his torn and bleeding frame to act against the deadly chill. He ran, closed the distance between himself and the escaping prisoner and reared one last time by the left shoulder, up into the air until the horned murderer appeared to shrink beneath him. Using his last bit of strength he then brought the front down, fully intending to smash his weight into the spine of this enemy, this life stealer who made him feel so weak. Shoving the blame for everything onto Deimos, Lace drummed his hooves toward the back, and as he felt himself pulled back to the earth he allowed himself to fall left, teeth aiming to catch an ear and clamp down on it - wishing to tear it off, to forever place a mark upon this stallion who would forever be an enemy.

And that was it. That was all he could do. His feet smacked back into the soil of his home, sending the god-marked grullo away, staggering to collect his dragon before the both of them was crushed beneath the weight of the toppling trees.

[OOC: Word Count: 800 (used Word Counter for all posts) Post: 4/4 Magic 0, companion 0.

Was hit full force by the magic and was left weakened and stumbling. Caught Fajira as she fell from the sky, failing to attack. Used last bit of strength to run over to Deimos (facing his left shoulder), reared and smacked both front hooves into his back. Came down falling to the left, bit towards the left ear to tear it.

Wound count; slightly deep wound on right shoulder, shallower cut on left side rib and shoulder, shallow cut on right upper forearm. Horse and companion weakened by death magic.

Thank you for a great fight! :)]