07-03-2018, 01:25 PM
Fire.
Harmonia smells it, tastes it on her lips, well before the pain reaches her. She is dulled in this way, with her senses so muddled by trying to control her writhing daughter. She fights her the best she's done so far, twisting away from her magic, making the disease throw itself helter-skelter around the plains before them. Plants die, the ground sputters, and fire erupts.
At first Harmonia thinks the sensation of burning flesh, the searing on her skin, is from her daughter fighting her back. Through her magic haze she barely registers the flaming beast as his flames lick her skin. Time slows down, and suddenly he is upon her - big flames biting into her skin. She tries to throw him off but the power is nothing, it's like kicking a boulder, and she realizes she must let go.
So she does.
But it's too late.
Too late for Harmonia - she lets go of Ajatar to try to fend off the fire creature but he's already maimed her. A beautiful palomino, known for her childlike beauty, is scarred from her burns deep down to the exposed muscle. Her entire right side is flesh upon flesh, mottled and blackened, so painful it's almost painless. She lets out a scream of anger, a last explosion before trying to kill him...
...but it's too late for Ajatar, too. She watches through zombie eyes as the flame sputters out and Longclaw - her only friend - falls to the ground in a pile of ashen corpse. "NO!" she croaks, lunging for his diseased body, dropping to the ground near him. She ignores the heat that permeates off him in waves, she ignores the smell of death, or the rotting of her own flesh as it struggles to mend. She can only sob into his deadened mane.
And then comes the arial attack.
Harmonia registers the hooves against her side, her burnt side, perhaps a moment too late.
"FOOLS," she manages to croak before blinking entirely out of existence, disappearing into thin air.
Ajatar is left alone, head buried in Longclaw's mane, sobbing.
@wound @Warrick @Longclaw
Harmonia smells it, tastes it on her lips, well before the pain reaches her. She is dulled in this way, with her senses so muddled by trying to control her writhing daughter. She fights her the best she's done so far, twisting away from her magic, making the disease throw itself helter-skelter around the plains before them. Plants die, the ground sputters, and fire erupts.
At first Harmonia thinks the sensation of burning flesh, the searing on her skin, is from her daughter fighting her back. Through her magic haze she barely registers the flaming beast as his flames lick her skin. Time slows down, and suddenly he is upon her - big flames biting into her skin. She tries to throw him off but the power is nothing, it's like kicking a boulder, and she realizes she must let go.
So she does.
But it's too late.
Too late for Harmonia - she lets go of Ajatar to try to fend off the fire creature but he's already maimed her. A beautiful palomino, known for her childlike beauty, is scarred from her burns deep down to the exposed muscle. Her entire right side is flesh upon flesh, mottled and blackened, so painful it's almost painless. She lets out a scream of anger, a last explosion before trying to kill him...
...but it's too late for Ajatar, too. She watches through zombie eyes as the flame sputters out and Longclaw - her only friend - falls to the ground in a pile of ashen corpse. "NO!" she croaks, lunging for his diseased body, dropping to the ground near him. She ignores the heat that permeates off him in waves, she ignores the smell of death, or the rotting of her own flesh as it struggles to mend. She can only sob into his deadened mane.
And then comes the arial attack.
Harmonia registers the hooves against her side, her burnt side, perhaps a moment too late.
"FOOLS," she manages to croak before blinking entirely out of existence, disappearing into thin air.
Ajatar is left alone, head buried in Longclaw's mane, sobbing.
@wound @Warrick @Longclaw