| Outcast atk: 9 | def: 10.5 | dam: 2.5 |
| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.2hh :: 8 HP: 61.5 | Buff: ENDURE |
| Gaz |
Her approach continued. With each eerie second that passed in silence, the ‘creature’ grew closer. Murdock wasn’t entirely sure he could call her a mare, or even a horse for that matter. She was clearly of the equine species, and for the most part, her build would suggest she was of similar evolutionary beginnings as him. However, it was her mind and mannerisms that made him doubt they were even remotely related. While his own mental state might not be considered perfectly sound, there was something far more disturbed and sinister about hers. From the vacant look in her eyes to the lack of social skills, he was beginning to think he was dealing with a highly dangerous sociopath.
“Maybe, um. Maybe the Gods would give you wings if you, er, asked them nicely?” He suggested with a slight shrug of his shoulders, pinning his ears against the haunting sound of her voice. Just try to act cool… He told himself, though every ounce of his being doubted that would save him from trouble. He glanced around frantically, praying that at some opportune moment, someone big and friendly would emerge from the trees and recognize his situation. He felt as though she was teetering on the edge, balancing on the cliff of insanity and ready to tumble forth into the chasm of murderous tendencies. Her body was bathed in shadow, the outline of her limbs projected by the dull, washed-out glow of the distant tree-lamps. Her amber irises glinted dangerously as she grew closer, and he couldn’t help but grimace as their eyes met. “Oh G-“
At that moment, she came completely unglued. A terrible scream like the scraping of metal on metal tore from her throat as she lunged at him. Dark limbs flailed for a hold on his body as he recoiled from her assault, throwing his wings out to the side and reaching for the skies. She had been too close, though, and before his feathers could gather air beneath them and pull him toward the stars, she had him pinned. He threw his weight backwards away from her, glowing hooves digging deep into the earth as he struggled to free himself from her grasp.
“Help!” He cried out as he pulled his head away from the white flash of her teeth, squeezing his eyes shut and leaning away from her flailing hooves. He could feel his wings being pulled at, feathers loosening in her mouth and drifting away on the breeze as if someone had burst open a down pillow. He fought with all his strength to pull away from her, but in her scramble to grab hold of him, one thin foreleg had managed to wrap over his withers. He beat his wings furiously, desperate to save them from her vicious onslaught.
Snapping his neck around, he closed his eyes and blindly lunged at her with his teeth. He was larger than her and had more muscle, whereas she seemed to be mostly skin and bone. He should have been able to escape her grasp, however the entanglement of their limbs and the crazed flailing of her hooves had somewhat limited his abilities. While his teeth aimed to grab hold of whatever they could, he leaned all his weight toward her, hoping to set her off balance and cause her to remove her leg from across his back. If she lost her balance, he might be able to push her over, hopefully without coming down on top of her. He gritted his teeth against the sting of missing feathers, every part of him regretting asking just where, exactly, she planned to acquire the materials for wings. Crazy bitch.
"talk talk talk"
(No problem! c: )
If I go crazy then will you still call me Superman?
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