IMAGE | 300 words | NOTES: INKHEART STAYS PUT BUT GETS MAJORLY SMUSHED BY THE ELDER TERYR'S WING. SHE FRACTURES HER RIGHT HUMERUS AND PASSES OUT. SHE WILL WAKE UP IN THE NEXT POST - IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER WAKING UP, SHE WILL BE HOBBLING AWAY FROM THE SPOT, TRYING TO SEEK SAFETY. SHE MAY OR MAY NOT TRY TO REJOIN THE FIGHT AND USE HER WINGS INSTEAD OF HER LEGS :P
THE WORDS FROM THE OTHERS, FROM THE ONE KNOWN AS TORSTEIN TO OTHERS (TO HER AS -THAT STRANGELY DISEASED STALLION-), FROM SERAPHINA (THE RIVAL), MIGHT AS WELL BE SILENT WORDS FOR NONE OF THEM PASS THROUGH HER EAR CANALS TO REGISTER IN HER BRAIN. SHE CAN'T HELP BUT IGNORE THEM, FOR THOUGH HER HEARING IS WONDERFUL, HER SENSES ARE TOO FOCUSED ON THE BEAST THAT AS APPEARED BEFORE THEM. IT'S HUGE, MUCH BIGGER THAN ANY OF THE EQUINES PRESENT, INCLUDING HERSELF. IT'S A STRANGE BIRD-LOOKING CREATURE, THIS ELDER TERYR, WITH FEATHERS ALL OVER IT BUT LOOKING MORE PREHISTORIC THAN MODERN. A GIANT BLUE BEAK FROM WHICH EMITTED A LOUD SQUAWK. BLOOD OVER ITS LONG FEATHERS.
MAXENCE ORDERS THEM ALL TO PREPARE, AND TO HOLD THEIR POSITIONS. THE BLACK AND GOLD MAIDEN FLINGS HER WINGS OUT, GRITS HER TEETH, AND PREPARES TO DO BATTLE. ENERGY FILLS HER BODY AS SHE READIES HERSELF, AND SHE LETS OUT A SQUEAL, REARING WITH SHARP HOOVES FLINGING OUTWARD IN FRONT OF HER. BUT THE TERYR IS ALREADY ATTACKING, ABOVE THEM CIRCLING, THEN SWOOPING DOWN TOWARD THE SMALL HERD. AND SHE STANDS NO CHANCE.
HIS WING IS ON TOP OF HER, SMOTHERING HER, CRUSHING HER. THE ENTIRE WING SMASHING HER LIKE A PANCAKE WAS NOT SOMETHING SHE HAD PLANNED FOR, AND NOW SHE SCREAMS IN PAIN - IN FEAR. HER BODY CRUMPLES, A SEARING PAIN STEMMING FROM HER RIGHT LEG AS AN AUDIBLE CRACK FILLS THE SMALL SPACE LEFT TO HER. THE PAIN AND IMPACT COMBINED LEAVE HER NO CHANCE, AND ANOTHER SECOND LATER HER WORLD HAS GONE BLACK. SHE IS NO HELP TO HER COMPANIONS, NO HELP TO HERSELF. IN THIS MOMENT SHE IS WEAK, IMPOTENT, AND THE LAST THOUGHT THAT PASSES THROUGH HER MIND IS THAT SOLIS IS A ROYAL ASSHOLE, AND HAS ABANDONED HER.
