Last breath of a survivor

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[DROP] Last breath of a survivor

Ampere The Mother of Companions Posts: 719

Dragon's Throat Sultana atk: 9 | def: 11 | dam: 4.5

Mare :: Pegasus :: 14 hh :: 6 years HP: 73 | Buff: DANCE

Kygo :: Green Cheek Conure :: None Blu

#36

09-16-2013, 10:10 PM

They did not understand.
They did not understand.

They saw through eyes hazed by forelocks and greed and to for that the image of her actions were painted as a threat upon this canvas of opportunity. She was going to take their precious slave-in-an-egg and that was something they simply could not stand for - well for those who seemed to even be aware it was happening. Too many joyfully trotted away to make their nests or otherwise stood back blinking and proceed to drawl on about their superiority of nest choice.

Only two truly strove to act.

The annoyingly bossy horse with antlers and a white pelt shoved his rear feet into her left shoulder, stumbling her and casting her attacks awry so that she bite and kicked and slapped only air and perhaps part of the body striped body belonging to the hybrid horse. The site of the impact swelled slightly with the promise of a bruise, but otherwise the kick had been feeble and light, as intended. It was enough of a force to derail her assault and pause her momentum as she stood to the side, head draped in her mane as it hung low, looking all the world like a dejected filly.

They descended upon her, the two and others still, about selfishness yet still they did not understand. What made it worse was how easily they swept over her attempted murder and theft, far too eager to be done with her and put the spotlight back upon their motivation, their worth, their wants. They dared to call her selfish?

Her sides shook as the energy of tumultuous emotions spiraling through her were expelled into physical waste, such was the excess of their power as they unspun in her mind and razed her heart. The madness of the moment churned into laughter in her gut which sent her sides shivering all the more.
"Morons!" she cried out suddenly, wings snapping out on either side and her blue gaze wheeling around; she brandished it like a blade, ready to pierce at anyone that took her fancy. "You still think yourselves selfless! I never said I would let the child live alone, only that it would not be enslaved to my soul!". The irritating pale stud was right in one thing at least; she was no fit mother. Yet which was more valuable, freedom, or safety? She could give it one, all of them, the other.
None of them had the right to decide, including the babes mother.

" I'm sure you'd all care for it now, in this hour of need, but what when the babe is old enough that it no longer needs to suckle and hide? Then do you offer it the choice to stay with you, or run wild? NO, it has no CHOICE then. No matter how many apples you cover this manure with, the pile still smells - it's rotten inside."

They all had good intentions, yet they were but hollow husks encasing something vile, like a silver lining encasing a storm cloud that would rain destruction upon the land.

The path to hell is paved on good intentions, so it seemed we're all damned.

As she cried at all of them she was steadily pumping her wings, rising into the air. It was obviously pointless to try and reach any of these imbeciles when they were too distracted by the prize shining just before their eyes. It shone so brilliant it was easy to let it blind you.

Such brilliance in this despairing dark.
So much dark.
Creeping, crawling, moving dark.

Ampere squealed in dismay as she noticed shadows literally pouring around the doe - had all the candles snuffed out? She could not see, the poisoned mud obscured her rationality by prickling the back of her neck with fear and paranoia.
And then the brilliance returned and hope blossomed in her chest like a frail night flower unfolding for the black sun.

Ampere dared to try one more time to rescue this life undoubtedly meant for misfortune as all us mortal souls are. She dropped downs suddenly, swooping low with her eyes latched on the brilliant glow of the pulsing life that held so much promise for everyone here. What an insignificant little orb in reality, yet it had so much control over them, like a sun dictating the tilt of their planetary existence they could do nothing but spin about it, caught in a trance of desire.

There Ampere thought as she reached for the shiny object, racing the darkness which threatened to swallow her and at times splattered against her, much to her feminine disgust. her fore hooves reached and her maw opened in a silent scream of need, but when she pulled up from her dive, the silver flash she'd received had not come from her gripping the egg.

Kirottu's horn had sung into her flesh. The melody was one familiar to Ampere, a rhythm that worked alongside her heartbeat, for too often had she heard the red song by passion. Perhaps the next time she dove head first into her cause she aught to remember to turn the radio off. Sometimes silence like that is better for your health.

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