let our eyes show the
fire in our hearts tonight
fire in our hearts tonight
The wind sings in her ears, whipping her long mane against her neck, sending icy tears leaking from her eyes, and yet she does not falter in her dive. She is a comet, streaming across the evening sky, and she laughs as she falls, as gravity yanks her towards the ground -- for all that she has achieved, she is still a young icarus, and it is recklessness that drives her towards her fellow demigod. When the tornado of fire bursts in front of her, awe-inspiringly bright against the evening sky, she throws back her head and laughs even as her wings scream with the force needed to alter her course, to veer herself away from the flames that threaten to lick across her skin.
She thinks that the beat of her heart might be a wardrum, echoing in her ears like a call to battle, and it’s never been more familiar than it is now.
She twists in mid-air the best that she can, her wings straining to lift her away from the ground that calls to her, and she knows she will be sore for days with how hard she is pushing herself. She has always done so -- her body is restless even when she is bone-tired, aching for one more patrol, one more chance to prove herself as anything other than a bastard god’s bastard daughter. There is a hunger within her chest, deep and gnawing, unable to be satisfied even with all that she has achieved in her short life, and she doesn’t remember a time when she has not felt hollow beneath her bones.
Behind her, storm clouds begin to gather on the horizon, pitch-dark and threatening. She catches sight of Israfel’s attack mid-beat, the flames dissipating into thin air and leaving the ground beneath them charred and blackened. The mare’s horn gleams in the twilight, tendrils of fire twisted around the ivory, and it might have been beautiful if it were not terrible at the same time. There is no escape, no way for her wings to carry her out of range quickly enough, no ability to kick out and defend -- the horn bites into her flesh, carving out a chunk in passing.
She cries out, and the heavens answer.
Around them, the storm clouds rumble, static rolling across her wings as an omen of what was yet to come. Against her alabaster flank, the blood was a bright crimson, streaming down her leg -- as bright as her own warpaint, a warning to them both. What little animal sounds had been in the Steppe died out, suddenly, a void that was quickly filled by the rumble of thunder -- and then the sharp crack! of a lightning bolt arcing down through the sky, called towards the restless magic in her chest, trapped between where she and Israfel hang like figurines mid-air.
Her ears ring with the aftermath, her sight briefly stolen by the same errant bolt -- and she is left flying blind, unaware of where Israfel might be after such a display, and cursing Vespera under her breath in a way she is quickly becoming accustomed to.
Summary: slightly startled by the fire tornadoes, theo doesn't move fast enough and takes israfel's horn to her flank -- it's a long but not terribly deep cut, and will likely scar -- she'll be pretty sore for a bit. theo's heightened emotions have called to a nearby storm, and in response to the hit she has inadvertently called down a small bolt of lightning in her direction, between herself and isra -- blinding and deafening herself by accident. this use of magic has left her exhausted -- she's probably gonna fall flat on her face no matter what isra does next :p
Attack Used: 2
Attack(s) Left: 0
Block Used: 0
Block(s) Left: 1
Item(s) Used: does her magic count?
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Tags: @Israfel, @Sid, @inkbone, @Sparrow, @nestle, @
she wasn't looking for a knight,
she was looking for a sword.
she was looking for a sword.
