[Judged] we're swimming through ghosts;

[Asterion]

Asterion in sunshine and in shadow*     As Asterion watches the elk form of swirling rain-water and his own will, he is caught between horror and awe at the thing he has wrought. Horror to know he could make is stronger, if he wished - could force it fiercer, could draw on the power of his storm above and the storm within. Is there not a part of him, now, that is as curious as Pandora to open the full extent of his abilities? It is a strange kind of release to use the magic that has built up beneath his skin like a swollen river against a weary dam. And awe as it obeys his thoughts, for it has none of its own. Brighter than the pain is satisfaction as he watches the water-golem collide with her, and though it fades away the wanting and anger within him does not. Asterion does not move as his opponent makes her way toward him, only flicks an ear wet and heavy with blood and rain and focuses on steadying his breathing. Cirrus has returned to him, stands perched between his shoulders; for once there is nothing comforting about the weight. When Katniss speaks the bay wants to laugh, but he buries the urge in water and will and only looks at her as lightning forks overhead. “And what would he have done if it had been an eye I’d lost?” he says, and thinks or Cirrus, or a trio of broken ribs- “I will see to my own healers,” he says, and still makes no moves until she turns to go. He only softens when her gaze is no longer on him, and he calls after her only once as she limps away. “Isra ought to be pleased with your fierceness.” For a long while after she is gone he only stands in the summer storm, letting the rain wash him clean.

Summary: Just a closer.

Attack Used: 0 (2 total)
Attack(s) Left: 0
Block Used: 0
Block(s) Left: 1
Item(s) Used: NA

Response Deadline: 3/1 if you want a closer!
Tags: @Katniss, @Sid, @inkbone, @Sparrow, @nestle, @aimless