So far the smaller woman had been maintained by the stag just fine. When he rears she can not help but watch him with gleeful eyes. He is daring and charming and handsome. He pays mind to her and plays with her and coos beautifully in her ear but Illinois can be fickle at times. She enjoys their playful banter and their coy looks. She likes his pretty words and even prettier face so she continues to enjoy the stallion at his. When he inquires at to her staying grounded she can do naught but smile playfully and lash out with a rather delicate nip before turning tail and sprinting away, bits of earth becoming airborne.
A bubble of laughter whips over her side, tangled in her mane and following to the stag if he should give chase. Wings lips slightly in response but she honors his request and stays to the lands. The tawny woman enjoys the feel of blood rushing through her body, her tail lifted and flagged high and streaming behind her. Her thoughts drift as she bounds further of her past. Over the years and over the faces, briefly she thinks of her brother and ponders whether she should seek out Texas and see if he were still alive like she. It would certainly be a sight to see that old face again!
In a bat of a lash, the buckskin is falling, tumbling. The black wings crumple and crack as feathers catch and rip from their bases. The limbs of the woman splay and fold and bend and break. It's only when the sickening thick crunch of her neck snapping does Illinois sigh inwardly in annoyance. In a broken and bloody heap does she come to lay against a tree, one of her front limbs hooked around the trunk like a crutch. Her skull twisted back on the neck, the black wings shiny with red, red blood and broken sickeningly.
But this was not the first time this Illinois has demonstrated her immortality..
A fleeting moment passes only before the sound of more crunching. Her appendages seem to take a life of their own as they all begin to move independently. The expose bones in her wings return to beneath the feathers. The blood dries, leaving then oiled and sleek. The twisted legs creaking and popping as they right themselves to their appropriate alignment. The sunken spine returning to it's strong form, solid and real. But the final fix was when Illinois spun her skull around back to it's proper place upon her previously severed spine. Dark pools roll back to see fully again as she starts to find her feet, pulling herself up and giving herself one hell of a shake before looks for Syden with a small shy smile. "Sorry, sometimes I am clumsy."
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