Crimewave - Sword and Mutations

[Ares]

Muscle to muscle, and toe to toe
The fear has gripped me, but here I go

Her head wouldn't stop hurting. Her back was sore, but her wings had come in so there was no pain. But her horns had just begun piercing her skin, and god it hurt. Blood trickled from the open wounds but it wasn't too bad. Walking helped keep her distracted. Ares had just been walking around the swamp and forest before she spotted it.

Sticking in the ground, with it's sheath beside it, was a sword of black-ish metal and silver and leather hilt. Its edges were lined in blue, and even though it was partially in the ground, it almost radiated with power. A cord of leather was wrapped around the pommel and dangled limply, a blue bead holding it in a loop. It seemed... royal. Regal.

As she held a paw toward it, she felt a horrid, sharp pain in her head as the horns grew even quicker. Still, she kept walking toward it, drawn by the blue. The closer she got, she felt her wings grow even more and her horns growing quickly. Until she was touching the blade, with a fully grown set of horns (proportional to her size) and a pair of glossy black wings. The pain had died to a dull ache now, and she was able to better examine the sword.

The engravings seemed familiar but unknown, the blue looked as though it was the hottest flames one can bring to life. But no heat radiated from it. The leather cord beckoned her and she wrapped her paw around it, standing on her hind legs and tugging in hopes of yanking it out of the ground. Unfortunately it did not budge, earning a few loud curses from the child.

[color=#98c3e1]"Damnit! Just get loose already!"

[color=#98c3e1]"Speech"

— Reggan