RAISE HELL --- keona, quill, bryn

[;;bryn harbringer]

♚ the force of the wind had sent sands flying, and bryn could barely hold herself up against them. her stance faltered occasionally as she tried to face them, her ears pinned back and tail curled between her legs. she wasn't sure if she was sliding back or if the tornado was just causing enough chaos to feel that way. she hadn't even thought of it effecting her father when the wind died down just slightly enough to fully regain her balance.

bryn had only now realized keona was blind as the girl regained her bearings. she pondered how she could be even slightly accurate with her aim, but shook her head quickly. now was not the time to think of that. she had to protect herself, her papa, and the pitt.

the ragdoll took a deep breath and aimed to dig into [member=265]Keona.[/member] 's mind, pressing for her thoughts to remain passive. if successful, bryn would attempt to rise the stone underneath the layers of sand and wrap around keona's ankles to keep her down. the use of her powers was beginning to exhaust her. it could be likely that her efforts weren't at their strongest.


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[Keona.]

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✯ — keona sibéal ó faoláin. female. striker of the typhoon. blind. rusty spotted cat.  ref. bio.

If one thing in the world infuritated the fae, the feeling of someone trying to dig into her mind did it.  She fumed with rage.  Stay.  Out.  Of.  My.  Head. If not for her uncle, perhaps she'd be frozen there, but the memory of turning it against him in their training burned in her mind.  The memory of Valkyr capturing her using her mind... A soft snarl ripped from her jaws, as vibrations reached her sensitive paws, and she rolled to the side.  The second she scrambled to her feet, she attempted to retaliate by slamming her own mind against Bryn's, hoping to shut down the other girl's motor systems entirely and leave her stunned.  Only to nearly fall over herself, her energy sapping away.

"Táimid ag dul abhaile," the striker repeated icly, eyes gleaming with rage and determination, even as her paws shook in exhausation, every muscle burning.  At this point, she'd collaspe at any moment.  Táimid ag dul abhaile.

tá mé i dtiúin — ✯