because he's all I ever knew of love...
Perhaps pregnancy had made our resident bitch a bleeding heart. It was so hard for her to watch the magician pull the life from Warship, not only her lover but someone she looked up to (she'd never say that aloud). Kimber's temper and her emotions were haywire and it showed in what she was about to do. She set off towards the silver lioness that had its vines intricately woven to Warship. She reared and yelled, crashing down towards the magician but hit nothing but what felt like sliding into a canyon wall. The other mare had a protective barrier but it did not deter the little blue mare.
She never denied being insane.
As she fell away from the mare, ash flushing up around her and caught her breath she went back, time and time again - she would not quit, she couldn't. Warship had never quit on her, she would fight from this night to the next and each until either the magician grew tired or removed her immortality. She is fortunate that the magician got distracted long enough that Warship managed to wrangle loose but only barely. The blue mare finds his eyes, too, and sees the panic - the fear in her mighty warrior. Her chest feels tight and her respirations increase as she tries her best to cloak the pain of knowing what could happen. She won't give up that easily, she wouldn't let him either - she had always been a thorn in his side. "Warship, get up! I won't let you lie here!" her voice cracks but she does not waver, dragons are whirling overhead, pine trees are crashing, ents are picking horses up and throwing them but the little blue mare stands strong. She wants so badly to lie beside him, to give him comfort, to be a lady and to make him feel cared for but she is selfish. When you're not ready to give in and you're not ready to let go, you're ready to get even. "Cress! Eight! Evrae! Some-fucking-one!" she screams, the tail end frantic and echoing throughout the Chamber. The blue mare lips at his ears, nudging his head trying to encourage him to get up but much to her dismay he doesn't. "Please fight, fight for the Chamber, for your children, fight to stay alive..." she says broken, choppy, trying her best to keep her lip from quivering in fear - she fights back saying "fight for me" but now is not the time. She has to believe somewhere within herself that this is not how things end.
Kimber cannot handle this much emotional duress and every second she watches Warship groan and crawl about, she grows angrier and more full of rage. "I will kill her," she says and meets Warship's eyes before leaving; she manages a smile, a small parting gift to give to him after all the hell she has given him. "Evrae, Eight, can you hear me? I will give you my life...just take that Amazon magician's with mine!" She moves out further away from Warship, within guarding distance as a lion lunges at her and she rears to greet it. She may not be a magician, no healer, no fire-breather but she is not afraid.
It is both her most admirable trait and her worst.
Kimber
Um so basically just bawled my eyes out, Kimber is begging Warship to fight.
Kimber calls on Eight/Evrae in attempts to help her kill Prague.
@[Evrae]
@[Eight]
Kyra, I thought this could be how she gets "called out"