Eye of the Tiger [Phaedra]

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Eye of the Tiger [Phaedra]

Apollo the Merciful Posts: 251

Outcast atk: 5.0 | def: 8.5 | dam: 5.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 15.3 :: 11 HP: 63.5 | Buff: NOVICE

Zola :: Black Cat :: None Sparrow

#23

01-11-2013, 07:22 PM

"It gives me strength to have somebody to fight for;

This terror was all encompassing. Behind them was a creature, a monster, unlike anything he and Phaedra had ever seen. It meant instant death, and everything inside of the overo Unicorn screamed at him to run, to escape, to push his body past its limits to make it out alive. Despite his fear, however, he’d never leave Phaedra behind. Her well-being was always at the forefront of his mind, so when yet another creature emerged from the depths of the cursed ocean, an equine with gills, Apollo’s fear-rattled mind caused him to point his horn towards the strange equine. He refrained, however, from attempting an attack.

The odd stallion’s words caught up to him a second later. ’What are you doing out here, you pair of mangy land-lubbers!’ Apollo’s fear, surprisingly, faltered. What the heck was a land-lubber? ‘Get out! There’s a fucking monster down here, are you idiots?’ At this point in time, Apollo would agree with that. Still, the water-equine’s words caused an anger to blossom in his fear and the Unicorn released a furious whinny.

“We know!” He cried out, his tone unwillingly angry, yet tinged with the undeniable terror he felt, “We’re trying!” Yet they weren’t blessed with the natural fluidity that this creature seemed to possess. Instead, their limbs dragged through the water, the current of the waves causing them to stumble over their numbed legs, clearly not nimble like Cormac had become.

Looking back to Phaedra, he watched her bring her majestic wings into the air and beat them in an attempt to push her forward, closer to shore. “C’mon, Phae!” He called encouragingly, idly noting that with each step they took, their steps became easier to take, rising higher and higher out of the water. Still, that didn’t take away the thread of the wolves on the beach when they made it to dry land… Lowering his head, Apollo prepared himself to fight or die. Behind them, the tentacles still came, seeming to move quicker than they could run. Would they make it through this alive?

[OOC: Not as long… XD Not at all.]

I can never fight for myself, but, for others, I can kill."