Mercilessly, the angry boggart came and almost systematically attacked the gathered horses before it. A crack of lightening lit up the creature's home made cloud and rain began to fall. An angry storm that would be enough to frighten away those with a faint heart but d'Artagnan had firmly planted his feet into the ground; that was until the fire started. Many colourful curses left his mouth as his own personal rain fell, acidic and full with memory. A red mare with a violent face, her words whipped at him as she screamed in loss of her twin. She spoke; to herself. Her own clouds had gathered too that day and dropped buckets of flaming rain down upon his back, the fear from the memory slid through his body and made him shiver. It hurt. It hurt like a thousand needles all aimed for him, d'Artagnan took two unconsious steps back. Dual eyes wide as he tried to separate memory from reality. They were both almost the same. Almost. Something else happened last time.

Still captured in his past. Seiren. His unpredictable, murderous sister had come to save him that day. Her shattering, cold hard hail had countered that of Histe's. White against the red, he had been saved. The Nightshade had cared nought for the hard hail, it was cold and soothed the fire away from his skin. However, Seiren would not come today and d'Artagnan did his best to hold the thought of her cold hail within his mind. Eyes still wild around the edges with his whites showing, he stumbled to the side this time, and into Crowley if he didn't move in time.

Instinct told him to run, run away from the creature that dared pour burning rain on him. He danced around, ears forward and fixed on the cloud in front. The boggart. d'Artagnan almost recoils within himself and backs out to show his hind end to the enemy. Tail stationary, the rain beat down on him as d'Artagnan fought against his resolve. Teeth clenched, how could he flee? "Coward." He scolded himself with intense venom. What would Kou think of him? Kou... Her pale form appeared within his mind along with his daughters and son. He couldn't let them down. He wouldn't let his family down again.

Ears twitched and suddenly they were pinned to his blood coloured neck. Teeth shone as lips peeled back, his neck stretching forwards and his frigid tail swished back into life. The creature unleashed a mass of wild horses formed by dark clouds. A front hoof stomped in defiance before the Time Mender leant on his forelegs and kicked out at one of the boggart cloud horses with an angered face laced with wild fear. He didn't know if it would connect. He didn't know if he could connect. "NO!" Came the piercing shout from the Nightshade, all his emotion poured into one word.

Another crack of lightening came as his rear end returned to the ground once more. The juicy grasses falling before angered hooves and acidic rain, the water was uncomfortable but d'Artagnan wasn't sure which frightened him the most. The rain or the memory.

[ooc;
w/c :: 529
Defence/Attack :: He turns his rear on one of the cloud horses and kicks out at it.
Location :: Almost exactly the same]