B e l o w Z e r o
i wanna get fucked up right about now
gonna tear shit up, i don't wanna fight it
who the fuck here wants to start a riot?
The beast was getting angry.
Bel could feel the tension rising, as the beast attempted to figure out a plan, a means to get the upper hand, to win the battle. She was refusing to buckle down then, and as the Teryr raises up, she’s already trying to figure out her next move, even as she watches for the first attack to land. The impact is lessened, more absorbed, and the one for his chest is avoided completely. Her eyes went wide, watching the slight leaking of blood. It’s instinct that keeps her in place, and she’s glad she does when he just barely misses in hitting her. Only when the creature missed did she jump away, her gaze jumping up at the heat.
Her smile is triumph it as she smiled at the solar stallion.
But that triumph shifts, it falters. The smile fades into horror as that head swings around, as those golden feathers get swallowed up by monstrous teeth. Her breath leaves her in horror. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. The word is repeating through her head, even as the mouth retracts, a crushed wing. But she doesn’t see the Teryr anymore. She doesn’t see the others. She sees her future falling. Falling to the ground, tumbling. "SOL!” Her shout is desperate, afraid, and her magic responds, the air below him condensing, partially freezing until a thick layer of snow is there to aid in his fall.
She can’t move though, watching only in fear.
Her mind plays memories on repeat. The feel of his touch on her skin. His muzzle kissing her shoulder so tenderly. The warmth that would radiate from him when they stand close by. His tender smile. The promise he’d leave Dawn for her if only she asks. The way his muzzle so softly curves around those treasured three words. Her future was plummeting to the ground.
The Teryr just tried to steal her future from her.
She spins, and as she does, there is a change in her. It starts at the tip of her tail, as the markings that normally didn’t glow except in darkness seemed to charge up, the stripes taking on an impossibly cyan glow as she snarled angry. Frost crept up her legs, up her tail, crossing like lattice work across her skin. It didn’t stop like normal, continuing along her spine, over her sides, up her neck. Her eyes took on that same glow, both sets seeming to stare down this beast, and her words left her in an angry snarl, ringing loud and clear.
"DON’T YOU FUCKING TOUCH MY MATE AGAIN!”
Her breath was leaving her in gasps, the anger rushing through her vines like cold water, giving that anger more power, more control over her reactions, her intentions. Her teeth grit, and as she does, that glow grows brighter, The air is plummeting in temperatures quickly, the frost coating her body now turning to ice, as the vapors that trail off her spine have frozen into snow flakes that fly around her. That same ice is spreading around her hooves, extending out around her, a creeping arctic wasteland that her hooves instinctively grip into, the clawed hook of the cloven hooves easily catching the ice.
She won’t forgive it, she won’t.
The burst of energy from her chest was fueled by her anger, plummeting the temperatures to impossible levels as it raced through the air towards the mare, an uncontrolled wave of raw, powerful magic that was zapping up Bel’s energy even without her notice. It was freezing the very air it passed through, an instant flash freeze. Her magic still swirled, chaotic, uncontrollable; her emotions leaving her in a blind haze, her thoughts a mixture of the need to get even, and the need to defend.
To protect Sol, until he could protect himself once more.
Ice crept up, jutting like sharp daggers from the frozen desert floor, an arctic glacier shelf seeming to build up around her, as the very air seemed to whip up in an angry frenzy at the sudden change in temperature. She takes a shaky step forward, snarl in place, ignoring the way her bones feel like jelly. The way her body aches with that taxing magic she was working. She ignores it all in the need to defend what was hers. To defend what this creature tried to take away from her. The coldness travels with her, shaky steps growing more shaky, even as the ice retreats, not following as far, not growing as high, quickly becoming weaker, lesser, until just the ice shelf remained, nothing new sprouting forth. She almost collapses next to him, but catches herself, the glow never leaving her form, hunching low, protectively in front of the downed stallion until he could collect himself to stand. Refusing to buckle against the magical exhaustion weighing down her body like weights tied to her ankles in a pool.
He needed her now, more than ever.
And damn it, she wasn’t going anywhere.
Not now that she finally realized just what her heart sang.
"Bel"
Yukime
@Sol Bestiam @Leviathan @Pangaea @Israfel @Faction @Tug
Notes:: Battle Mage Applications: Bel has lost control in an emotional outburst of an extremely powerful, but taxing flash freeze towards the Teryr. The rest of her magic has turned the desert area they are in to something more akin to an arctic ice shelf, and she’s now at zero energy. She’ll be super apologetic later providing that Sol doesn’t haul her up the mountain as soon as he can walk.
Bel could feel the tension rising, as the beast attempted to figure out a plan, a means to get the upper hand, to win the battle. She was refusing to buckle down then, and as the Teryr raises up, she’s already trying to figure out her next move, even as she watches for the first attack to land. The impact is lessened, more absorbed, and the one for his chest is avoided completely. Her eyes went wide, watching the slight leaking of blood. It’s instinct that keeps her in place, and she’s glad she does when he just barely misses in hitting her. Only when the creature missed did she jump away, her gaze jumping up at the heat.
Her smile is triumph it as she smiled at the solar stallion.
But that triumph shifts, it falters. The smile fades into horror as that head swings around, as those golden feathers get swallowed up by monstrous teeth. Her breath leaves her in horror. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. The word is repeating through her head, even as the mouth retracts, a crushed wing. But she doesn’t see the Teryr anymore. She doesn’t see the others. She sees her future falling. Falling to the ground, tumbling. "SOL!” Her shout is desperate, afraid, and her magic responds, the air below him condensing, partially freezing until a thick layer of snow is there to aid in his fall.
She can’t move though, watching only in fear.
Her mind plays memories on repeat. The feel of his touch on her skin. His muzzle kissing her shoulder so tenderly. The warmth that would radiate from him when they stand close by. His tender smile. The promise he’d leave Dawn for her if only she asks. The way his muzzle so softly curves around those treasured three words. Her future was plummeting to the ground.
The Teryr just tried to steal her future from her.
She spins, and as she does, there is a change in her. It starts at the tip of her tail, as the markings that normally didn’t glow except in darkness seemed to charge up, the stripes taking on an impossibly cyan glow as she snarled angry. Frost crept up her legs, up her tail, crossing like lattice work across her skin. It didn’t stop like normal, continuing along her spine, over her sides, up her neck. Her eyes took on that same glow, both sets seeming to stare down this beast, and her words left her in an angry snarl, ringing loud and clear.
"DON’T YOU FUCKING TOUCH MY MATE AGAIN!”
Her breath was leaving her in gasps, the anger rushing through her vines like cold water, giving that anger more power, more control over her reactions, her intentions. Her teeth grit, and as she does, that glow grows brighter, The air is plummeting in temperatures quickly, the frost coating her body now turning to ice, as the vapors that trail off her spine have frozen into snow flakes that fly around her. That same ice is spreading around her hooves, extending out around her, a creeping arctic wasteland that her hooves instinctively grip into, the clawed hook of the cloven hooves easily catching the ice.
She won’t forgive it, she won’t.
The burst of energy from her chest was fueled by her anger, plummeting the temperatures to impossible levels as it raced through the air towards the mare, an uncontrolled wave of raw, powerful magic that was zapping up Bel’s energy even without her notice. It was freezing the very air it passed through, an instant flash freeze. Her magic still swirled, chaotic, uncontrollable; her emotions leaving her in a blind haze, her thoughts a mixture of the need to get even, and the need to defend.
To protect Sol, until he could protect himself once more.
Ice crept up, jutting like sharp daggers from the frozen desert floor, an arctic glacier shelf seeming to build up around her, as the very air seemed to whip up in an angry frenzy at the sudden change in temperature. She takes a shaky step forward, snarl in place, ignoring the way her bones feel like jelly. The way her body aches with that taxing magic she was working. She ignores it all in the need to defend what was hers. To defend what this creature tried to take away from her. The coldness travels with her, shaky steps growing more shaky, even as the ice retreats, not following as far, not growing as high, quickly becoming weaker, lesser, until just the ice shelf remained, nothing new sprouting forth. She almost collapses next to him, but catches herself, the glow never leaving her form, hunching low, protectively in front of the downed stallion until he could collect himself to stand. Refusing to buckle against the magical exhaustion weighing down her body like weights tied to her ankles in a pool.
He needed her now, more than ever.
And damn it, she wasn’t going anywhere.
Not now that she finally realized just what her heart sang.
"Bel"
Yukime
@Sol Bestiam @Leviathan @Pangaea @Israfel @Faction @
Notes:: Battle Mage Applications: Bel has lost control in an emotional outburst of an extremely powerful, but taxing flash freeze towards the Teryr. The rest of her magic has turned the desert area they are in to something more akin to an arctic ice shelf, and she’s now at zero energy. She’ll be super apologetic later providing that Sol doesn’t haul her up the mountain as soon as he can walk.
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