it has come to pass...

It appeared to have been an anon before the rain ceased. The cold and darkness retreated along with it; the calm before the storm they call it. The sun broke through the fading clouds, and brought a smidge of hope to all who were still coherent. But the precious mare continued to lay lifeless. Caught in her dreams, she was ready to give up. It was the sound of Osiris calling to her, grasping hold of her; she could feel the sensation of being pulled from the world of the spirits and back to reality. It was an undergoing she had yet to be exposed to, until now. It was unearthly and raw. It was the feeling of drowning and then gasping for air, coughing up the liquid that quenched your thirst.

Rising to a sitting position rather without a warning, the little white mare coughed and gasped for air. She ached all over and could feel the oxygen like rubbing alcohol on her exposed epidermis. She inhaled sharply and closed her orbs for a second, before the temperature of the terrain began to melt the icicles that had collected on her pelt from the sleet. The wolf’s vocals rang sharply, but it took NADIRA a moment to recollect herself and take in the dread that enveloped her at the scene playing before her. Everything was vibrating around her and her vision was still fuzzy. No warning was given as a barreling lunatic came whizzing by, screaming an inquiry of who they were. She silently answered with a baby’s breath, Nadira, trying to convince herself of who she was.

It all happened so fast, she was amazed at how abrupt her cranium processed all the tumult that was being released on the group. The first fire comet to come at her, Osiris attempted to demolish it with a manipulated form of a small whirlwind, and with fleetness of foot, she was up on all quads unaccompanied by reluctance. Dismay filtered over her fine facet as the searing flames lapped at his fur coat, sounds of crackles and sizzles as the burned out. She wished they were located near water, but no such luck was running on her side that day. Nudging Osiris, she knew she had been the cause of all this. And if it hadn’t been for her, he probably wouldn’t be facing these casualties. Making a vow, she pledged she would make it up to the wolf. Somehow. But now was definitely not the time for small talk. The awareness of the first touch between was oblivious to NADIRA, as it had come like a natural habit.

Osiris had been right, unfortunately. Their enemy had only just begun his fight. Only because the ashen mare had found refuge behind his husky frame, was she blessed at intercepting a sneak attack of revolving spitfire cruising towards them. With innovative imagination, the ancient beauty made a headlong dash towards the ball. Nothing but uncontaminated adrenaline intoxicated her. The searing agony that her body screamed had vanished, and now she was in autopilot. Like a seasoned figure skater, she switched on her emergency brakes.

Bringing the left side of her rear end parallel with her front, the left side of her torso now faced the oncoming red furry, perpendicular so her open flesh faced the heat. Flames leapt and twisted into the smoky atmosphere. Using her good side, she leaned hard to the right, digging her sharp cloven hooves into the dry soil, like ice skates against the icy surface, sliding to a complete stand still. Only NADIRA slid like a reiner, dousing the fire with a sizable quantity of soil, quenching its thirst for oxygen, suffocating it, until it no longer existed.





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OOC: Nadira gets up with the coaxing of Osiris. As Osiris protects Nadira, she see’s another fire wreath heading towards them but from behind.

Defense: Osiris steps in.

Attack: Basically she doused the fire wreath with the soil, like you would a campfire if you have no water.

Position: Still stationed behind Osiris, but a few lengths back.