| Deceased atk: 6.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4.5 |
| Filly :: Hybrid :: 14.2 :: 8 HP: 63 | Buff: ENDURE |
| Chan |
Shadow
and who shall I say
is calling?
Teeth snapped shut around nothing but air, with a clap that made the mare grimace - more from the sound and the feeling that it should have hurt than from any real discomfort. Confused over how she could have missed she didn't stop to think before unleashing her legs in the kick, but as she glanced downward a wave of cold dread washed through her, stealing the breath away.
The unicorn mare was gone, and from where she stood a slender, dark jackal now came flying upwards in a high leap, its mouth wide open and aiming for her legs. For a terrifying moment the shade was reminded of another battle, another scene that had been much too similar to this one. A different night little over a year ago now, a wolf had made a similar leap towards a careless young mare and almost caught her by the throat. That time her mother had stepped in between them and taken to blow, loosing her life in the process. It was a memory Skuggi had worked hard to forget, but now that it burst forth before her inner vision she realized that she would never be able to erase the scene from her mind. It was too vivid, too painful and bloody - too sad, and filled with guilt.
It only lasted a moment, before she was pulled back to reality. Her eyes widened, panic stricken and glazed from fear as she saw the long, sharp teeth gleam in the light of the fire. She wanted to kick, scream, fly away and never turn back, get away from the disgusting pink of the tongue and gums, the greedy maw that wanted to tear into her, devour her. The sweat that had begun to seep from the pores from the effort of movement suddenly carried along a stench of fear, one she could even sense herself. Shadow thrust the wings down hard, so hard that she felt like the muscles might tear - all to get up, away, out of reach - but it was too late.
A pained, horrifying scream ripped from her throat as the drooling mutt clapped its jaws shut around the pastern of her left hind leg. The teeth penetrated the skin and dug deep into the meager flesh, drawing blood and ripping tissue once gravity took hold of the heavy animal. If the mongrel held on it might find itself suspended in the air, subjected to a wild air ride as the blackbird dipped her head down towards the ground pulled the hind legs in towards herself and then lashed out as hard as she could, desperate to shake the canine off. The right rear hoof kicked towards where Psyche's head might be, and as hard hooves buried deep into the desert sand Skuggi tried to trample the supple predator underfoot, slamming her weight down onto both hind legs. The force was so great that she squatted down on her rump, flapping the wings violently to keep anything from getting to her face and neck, and all the time the pain raced through her system, threatening to drive her from her senses.
She hadn't signed up for this. It didn't matter how good it had felt to take the horn off of the unicorns stupid head, her belly hurt and now her leg hurt and the swallowtail didn't want to be in on it any longer. It took all her willpower to heave herself back up on the feet, the whites of her eyes glowing pale against the black skin as she looked around, needing to see - yet dreading to know - where the enemy was now. Had she finished it? Was it over? No, she couldn't believe it was. It would have been to quick, too smooth. But there wasn't much more she could do with the foot leaking the precious fluids onto the thirsty sand, held up to spare herself the agony of placing weight on it. It was just a matter of not getting herself killed now - difficult enough, considering what she was facing. Was this magic? Then Midas had been right, there was a price to it after all; a price she suddenly didn't know if she wanted to pay.
WC: 710
PC: 3/4
No magic or companion
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[O] bow before your betters [invasion]
HP: 42
