10-31-2018, 01:33 PM
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Feelings of ire ran mutual between the young faerie and dream demon. From the moment they met, really. She found Caesar to be an annoyance; a bully, a bossy arrogant fool. If Valkyr earned any thanks for deciding to snatch her away, it'd be for seperating her from the demon. 'The hell are you doing?' Just her luck. The kitten's brows furrowed deeper.
At some point, Keona had decided Caesar was best left ignored in most cases. Of course, she figured that'd just flare his temper more. Iontach. "Practicing," the striker answered, her sightless hues icy as her voice. That said, she immediately blocked his presence out of her mind for the time being, though she put some of the irritation and anger into her next attempt. The reason she hated Caesar was simple; she felt like he looked down on her.
The leaf got above her head before floating back down. Well. That was something. Not good enough. Through it all, she did not notice how her paws had begun accumulating a thin layer of ice, spreading up her spotted fur. "I can move air." Statement. Matter-of-fact. Keona cared little for boasting after all, though perhaps some pride did swell in her chest. She could actually harness something.
She recalled Caesar had his own elemental abilities to match his fiery temper. If the elements fit the personality, she wasn't sure why she could manipulate the wind. Free-spirit? Maybe. Honestly, she'd rather start rainstorms or crack the earth. Wind frightened her, especially when she was high up or when it was too strong for someone of her tiny stature.
"Not working well right now." Not as well as last time. It'd roared last time. Gusted. This wouldn't do the way it was now. Her father could move waves and even start storms -- a vague memory, but she was sure of it -- while her uncle could cast down electricity. She had to match them. Prove herself. Blind, not weak. Got captured, but not weak. I learned.
At some point, Keona had decided Caesar was best left ignored in most cases. Of course, she figured that'd just flare his temper more. Iontach. "Practicing," the striker answered, her sightless hues icy as her voice. That said, she immediately blocked his presence out of her mind for the time being, though she put some of the irritation and anger into her next attempt. The reason she hated Caesar was simple; she felt like he looked down on her.
The leaf got above her head before floating back down. Well. That was something. Not good enough. Through it all, she did not notice how her paws had begun accumulating a thin layer of ice, spreading up her spotted fur. "I can move air." Statement. Matter-of-fact. Keona cared little for boasting after all, though perhaps some pride did swell in her chest. She could actually harness something.
She recalled Caesar had his own elemental abilities to match his fiery temper. If the elements fit the personality, she wasn't sure why she could manipulate the wind. Free-spirit? Maybe. Honestly, she'd rather start rainstorms or crack the earth. Wind frightened her, especially when she was high up or when it was too strong for someone of her tiny stature.
"Not working well right now." Not as well as last time. It'd roared last time. Gusted. This wouldn't do the way it was now. Her father could move waves and even start storms -- a vague memory, but she was sure of it -- while her uncle could cast down electricity. She had to match them. Prove herself. Blind, not weak. Got captured, but not weak. I learned.
tá mé i dtiúin — ✯
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