DELILAH EVERGARDEN
"The Gods have forsaken us."
"VIGENERE!"
A cried roar was called out, the dragoness' head swinging side to side to check her surroundings. Three that she could smell. Two that she could hear. One that she could touch. Red took up the elder's vision as wind swept up the muddy dirty and leaves tumbled out of the sky, magenta eyes widened as he watched her friend disappear into the Ardent's jaw.
No. No. No. No.
"Fenris!— Aurum! Someone, please. Oh, sweet Titania. Please.. Don't take him-"
Wrenched from desperate jaws, hysterical as the dragon felt fire spout from her breath. The smell of fae bringing back memories, a lack of survival ability. She couldn't win like this. It was three against one, and she was a prime target- her age, lack of fighting ability, the data went over through her head over and over again. Calculations, recalculation. Over, and over, and over.
Where were the others when their leader needed them?
Unsteady gaze shakes, head swiveling and jerking to stop the unforgiving visions. Glitches, twists in her memories.
And then the woman halted, watching and hearing the Ardent's orders.
Prize. They were merely prizes.
A slide of her paw, the trick Morgan had taught her long ago, magenta eyes watched as she curled a circle with her claws. Damp ground shifted beneath the animal closest to her, attempting to turn the ground beneath @SUSURRUS & CO. into quicksand in order to trap the creature.
When that objective was done, Delilah turned back to the fae behind Susurrus. An unfamiliar glance, as if staring at a stranger- yet he was fae, nonetheless. Not from her tribe, but she was faulted with naivety.
The Gods have forsaken us.
"You take your little ice user, and you drag your asses home. These people have done nothing to you!"
Vigenere needed help. She needed to go rescue him. She needed..
She needed to stay where she belonged and do her job. Heal and protect.
Her job was to heal and protect.
"*Faigh air falbh bhon dachaigh againn! Leave!"
*Translation: Gaelic — "Get away from our home!"
• Stamina: 60%
• Current Injurie(s): Broken wing.
• Physically hard, mentally easy.
A cried roar was called out, the dragoness' head swinging side to side to check her surroundings. Three that she could smell. Two that she could hear. One that she could touch. Red took up the elder's vision as wind swept up the muddy dirty and leaves tumbled out of the sky, magenta eyes widened as he watched her friend disappear into the Ardent's jaw.
No. No. No. No.
"Fenris!— Aurum! Someone, please. Oh, sweet Titania. Please.. Don't take him-"
Wrenched from desperate jaws, hysterical as the dragon felt fire spout from her breath. The smell of fae bringing back memories, a lack of survival ability. She couldn't win like this. It was three against one, and she was a prime target- her age, lack of fighting ability, the data went over through her head over and over again. Calculations, recalculation. Over, and over, and over.
Where were the others when their leader needed them?
Unsteady gaze shakes, head swiveling and jerking to stop the unforgiving visions. Glitches, twists in her memories.
And then the woman halted, watching and hearing the Ardent's orders.
Prize. They were merely prizes.
A slide of her paw, the trick Morgan had taught her long ago, magenta eyes watched as she curled a circle with her claws. Damp ground shifted beneath the animal closest to her, attempting to turn the ground beneath @SUSURRUS & CO. into quicksand in order to trap the creature.
When that objective was done, Delilah turned back to the fae behind Susurrus. An unfamiliar glance, as if staring at a stranger- yet he was fae, nonetheless. Not from her tribe, but she was faulted with naivety.
The Gods have forsaken us.
"You take your little ice user, and you drag your asses home. These people have done nothing to you!"
Vigenere needed help. She needed to go rescue him. She needed..
She needed to stay where she belonged and do her job. Heal and protect.
Her job was to heal and protect.
"*Faigh air falbh bhon dachaigh againn! Leave!"
*Translation: Gaelic — "Get away from our home!"
• Stamina: 60%
• Current Injurie(s): Broken wing.
• Physically hard, mentally easy.
tags - penned by [member=1260]ryuu-tan[/member]