let our eyes show the
fire in our hearts tonight
fire in our hearts tonight
‘Never bow your head,’ her dam had told her when she was still a young child, back when she had still stood amongst her immortal siblings and when measured, had found herself lacking -- the child of a mortal with lightning in her heart, born of magic and tragedy, and it hadn’t taken her long to realize she was different. Her siblings had angels for mothers and the fleeting attention of their shared father -- she had a dam treated worse than the lowliest scullery maid, and it had made her blood boil when the reality of the situation had come crashing in.
There is ozone burning in the air around them, sharp and stinging in her nostrils, and her ears ring with the concussive force she’d just called down towards the earth. Everything has been blotted out in flashes of white, her vision flashing with spots no matter how often she blinked, and there is a sudden weight of exhaustion dragging her inexorably down towards the unforgiving ground. It’s close enough to the feeling of passing out that she nearly panics, clawing at her consciousness in a concerted effort to stay in flight.
She can’t crumble here.
She is still flying blind when Solaris’ cry pierces the storm-filled sky, her body jerking in surprise. She has no time to react, not with the spots still flashing brightly every time she tries to find her bearings -- her only indication of the intended attack is when white-hot pain sears across her croup as the phoenix's talons dig into the flesh there, and she is spared further damage only by her instinct being to duck in the face of the attack.
The sudden movement sends her off-balance, her hooves finding the earth beneath her and stumbling hard, hitting her knees in the dirt. She might have looked like she was praying, except for the exhausted grin that pulls across her lips as she tries to make out Israfel’s figure between the fading spots, her head tilted up towards the sky.
“Did I win?”
Summary: this dumb bitch blinded herself with her own lightning, took solaris' talons to the croup (shallow but long -- will bleed a lot but probably not scar) and in trying to duck, hit the ground praying (not really).
Attack Used: 2
Attack(s) Left: 0
Block Used: 0
Block(s) Left: 1
Item(s) Used: nada
Response Deadline: ready for judgement?
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.