float away, open wide
The smile on her queen's face and the way she brushed her nose against Morrighan's sent the mare in for a loop. This sort of friendly affection was not something she was used to or had expected to happen at all. Her ears pinned back but more out of surprise than aggression. It reminded her of the time Moira's companion did something similar, only then she had snapped at the feline. As bold as Morrighan tended to be, she wouldn't dare do so towards Isra. Although, if this was going to become a regular thing, she might have to say something.
The looming figure of her dragon was also something that made her feel slightly uneasy. At the island, his presence with Isra had been spectacular. Now, his presence felt different, like a pair of eyes burning into her, waiting for her to do something. Novus-ians and their companions were something else.
The grullo mare's heart began to race and she could feel the adrenaline pulsing inside her. Isra paced around her and began to instruct, getting closer and closer. Her two-colored eyes fixed on the queen and she prepared herself to move. The need to battle was like a song inside her and the magic within her twisted around even more.
The sight of the bow being drawn made Morrighan's eyes narrow. She was not used to their weapons here either, but it seemed an unfair advantage. All she had was her magic, whereas Isra could use this object. Why not lay some real blows on her? Maybe that was to come; she had no idea of the queen's training tactics.
"Try to burn it."
The arrow whistled through the air aiming towards the edge of Morrighan's hip. She did not flinch, not yet, but focused her eyes and her magic on the arrow speeding forward. It suddenly turned to wood and glass at the last second and, of course, only a spark of embers fizzled out nowhere near the weapon. The arrow scraped her hip and she winced, feeling more frustrated than ever.
"What the fuck!" she grumbled, glaring at Isra. "How am I supposed to do anything when all I can get are just damn embers?"
Isra had said to go deeper, find "the belly of it", well, maybe she needed to do that in a different way. She ran towards the queen, attempting to aim a bite at Isra's own hip in hopes that her fire will come out that way. Maybe her frustration mixed with her adrenaline could get her magic flowing more strongly.
unafraid with open eyes
The smile on her queen's face and the way she brushed her nose against Morrighan's sent the mare in for a loop. This sort of friendly affection was not something she was used to or had expected to happen at all. Her ears pinned back but more out of surprise than aggression. It reminded her of the time Moira's companion did something similar, only then she had snapped at the feline. As bold as Morrighan tended to be, she wouldn't dare do so towards Isra. Although, if this was going to become a regular thing, she might have to say something.
The looming figure of her dragon was also something that made her feel slightly uneasy. At the island, his presence with Isra had been spectacular. Now, his presence felt different, like a pair of eyes burning into her, waiting for her to do something. Novus-ians and their companions were something else.
The grullo mare's heart began to race and she could feel the adrenaline pulsing inside her. Isra paced around her and began to instruct, getting closer and closer. Her two-colored eyes fixed on the queen and she prepared herself to move. The need to battle was like a song inside her and the magic within her twisted around even more.
The sight of the bow being drawn made Morrighan's eyes narrow. She was not used to their weapons here either, but it seemed an unfair advantage. All she had was her magic, whereas Isra could use this object. Why not lay some real blows on her? Maybe that was to come; she had no idea of the queen's training tactics.
"Try to burn it."
The arrow whistled through the air aiming towards the edge of Morrighan's hip. She did not flinch, not yet, but focused her eyes and her magic on the arrow speeding forward. It suddenly turned to wood and glass at the last second and, of course, only a spark of embers fizzled out nowhere near the weapon. The arrow scraped her hip and she winced, feeling more frustrated than ever.
"What the fuck!" she grumbled, glaring at Isra. "How am I supposed to do anything when all I can get are just damn embers?"
Isra had said to go deeper, find "the belly of it", well, maybe she needed to do that in a different way. She ran towards the queen, attempting to aim a bite at Isra's own hip in hopes that her fire will come out that way. Maybe her frustration mixed with her adrenaline could get her magic flowing more strongly.
Summary: The arrow scrapes Morrighan's hip as she's unable to get her fire to cooperate and ignite the arrow into flame. She's pissed. Instead, she aims an attack at Isra, going for a bite to her hip and hoping her fire will come through her breath (but it won't since we decided her fire will work at the very end… hopefully this move is okay!)
Attack Used: 1
Attack(s) Left: 1
Block Used: 0
Block(s) Left: 1
Item(s) Used: N/A
Response Deadline: 7/25/19 (or as long as needed <3)
Tags: @Isra, @Sid, @inkbone, @Sparrow, @nestle, @aimless
Attack Used: 1
Attack(s) Left: 1
Block Used: 0
Block(s) Left: 1
Item(s) Used: N/A
Response Deadline: 7/25/19 (or as long as needed <3)
Tags: @Isra, @Sid, @inkbone, @Sparrow, @nestle, @
