THE BIRDS ARE MOCKING ME;; open - injury & mutations

[Ares]

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ALL TO CONDEMN ME,
MY FACE IS STILL PROUD!

"Mazekit, no!" Ares yelled all too late, unable to stop the boy from jumping from the spot he chose. For a moment she watched as the boy fell like Icarus in slow motion, his screaming bringing her back to reality and she climbed to the spot he jumped. "MAZEKIT!?" She shrieked, once dull eyes now alight with panic. She readied herself and leapt from the spot, wings acting a little late but soon she was gliding down toward the ground, seeing the boy's father coming to Mazekit's aid. Landing clumsily on the rocks she rushed forward, panic fresh in her body.

Arriving at the two, she felt her body shake at Winter's tears, but she watched as his father did CPR before Ares decided to act. Taking the dagger off and sticking it into the ground near her she walked up, leaning down and licking the boy's fur vigorously, stopping every now and then to check on movement. Eyeing the wings she gritted her teeth. "Come on... Come on, Mazekit, you can pull through." She looked at Winterhymns as if looking for affirmation that she was doing good. That she was helping.

PALM GLADES - 6 MONTHS - REBORN WAR GODDESS

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