The chaos attracted her attention, the smoke and flames and the roaring of dragons clashing together in the air. Lightning flashes above the Isle as ash and ice meet, makes the air as dangerous as the earth, but it is not her doing, though it does draw her near, a great feathered bird in black and red. She is as large as the dragons and unafraid of them, even the black one gone feral - if anything, she likes him most, though she knows her family will not approve of the destruction he is causing. Glittering eyes catch the yellow lion clinging to his back and Popinjay laughs - though in this form, it does not sound like one, her throat not being made for such sounds - amused by the audacity of it. Inside, in the dark place of Popinjay-the-Bird that is still Poppy-the-Horse, she grins delightedly, approvingly, because she admires audacity and recklessness, and nothing else can describe what must drive a lioness to attack a dragon. Popinjay trills softly and turns away from the cat, settling her eyes instead on the other two dragons.
There is less audacity in them, and two against one is not very fair! Popinjay screeches, banking hard. She cannot compete with the heavy beasts in strength, and so she simply soars around and high above them, but there is an anger brewing in her chest born of this perceived unfairness, no matter how mistaken she may be. Another flash of light, this time far closer to the trio than before, and a bolt shimmers harmlessly over her dark feathers. It sizzles in her ear and soothes building tension from her hollow bones. Thunder follows in its wake, rumbling, menacing, as loud as the dragons roaring within the wide lazy circle she creates around them.
The cold dragon shouts and the white one dives, claws extended, for the shadowy beast. A bolt of lightning arcs between them, tearing its way through the air as though aimed directly for the attacking dragon, so blinding white that even he looks dull and drab against it. Smaller bolts flash around the frost-dragon, but only the largest seeks a target in Ruinam.
There is less audacity in them, and two against one is not very fair! Popinjay screeches, banking hard. She cannot compete with the heavy beasts in strength, and so she simply soars around and high above them, but there is an anger brewing in her chest born of this perceived unfairness, no matter how mistaken she may be. Another flash of light, this time far closer to the trio than before, and a bolt shimmers harmlessly over her dark feathers. It sizzles in her ear and soothes building tension from her hollow bones. Thunder follows in its wake, rumbling, menacing, as loud as the dragons roaring within the wide lazy circle she creates around them.
The cold dragon shouts and the white one dives, claws extended, for the shadowy beast. A bolt of lightning arcs between them, tearing its way through the air as though aimed directly for the attacking dragon, so blinding white that even he looks dull and drab against it. Smaller bolts flash around the frost-dragon, but only the largest seeks a target in Ruinam.
Popinjay
She was not quite what you would call refined
Hello, Poppy is helping Cas because she likes his style. Aten and Lethy will likely not be pleased if they find out, please do not tell them. Feel free to add any and all lightning effects to your posts, however she hasn't used this ability much so may not be very good at it, and could cause more or less damage than she means to cause to anybody/anything in the sky OR on the ground.
