03-03-2016, 02:27 AM
Finally, FINALLY, he fights back. The asshat finally stops pussyfooting around and strikes back, barking in clear frustration. Sidra laughs, but her cockiness does her no good. SMACK, something pointed and solid connects with the top of her head.
The blow sends her tumbling sideways, but it doesn’t knock her out. Though it might as well have. She lies there, head throbbing painfully, still raging internally. She’s so pathetic, so ineffective. She’s one of the few soldiers the Gates actually has, and she knows so little about fighting that she’s already managed to get herself taken out. Fuck.
Then suddenly, everything is white.
When the light finally fades (leaving her still blinking away stars), she feels whole and healthy once again. Someone out there is on their side.
Just as suddenly a black mare appears at her side. She doesn’t recognize the girl, but she smells of the Deserts. That should at least mean she’s an ally. The mare nods in the direction of another mare, a little chestnut, that appears to be at the edge of exhaustion. A chestnut that also happens to be standing in the direct spot where the white light had come from. Coincidence? Sidra doesn’t think so.
She nods in agreement to the Desert mare and begins to head in the direction of the chestnut mare. If nothing else, perhaps she can help to protect another horse in need. Even if she can’t protect herself.
It takes more than a few moments of dodging fighters locked in combat, but eventually she reaches the chestnut mare. “Are you alright? Do you need some help?” Her dark eyes peer into the chestnut’s own. “Was … was that you? Thank you.”
The blow sends her tumbling sideways, but it doesn’t knock her out. Though it might as well have. She lies there, head throbbing painfully, still raging internally. She’s so pathetic, so ineffective. She’s one of the few soldiers the Gates actually has, and she knows so little about fighting that she’s already managed to get herself taken out. Fuck.
Then suddenly, everything is white.
When the light finally fades (leaving her still blinking away stars), she feels whole and healthy once again. Someone out there is on their side.
Just as suddenly a black mare appears at her side. She doesn’t recognize the girl, but she smells of the Deserts. That should at least mean she’s an ally. The mare nods in the direction of another mare, a little chestnut, that appears to be at the edge of exhaustion. A chestnut that also happens to be standing in the direct spot where the white light had come from. Coincidence? Sidra doesn’t think so.
She nods in agreement to the Desert mare and begins to head in the direction of the chestnut mare. If nothing else, perhaps she can help to protect another horse in need. Even if she can’t protect herself.
It takes more than a few moments of dodging fighters locked in combat, but eventually she reaches the chestnut mare. “Are you alright? Do you need some help?” Her dark eyes peer into the chestnut’s own. “Was … was that you? Thank you.”
Sidra
the wild child of jason x fiasko
Sidra goes with Feyre to help protect Bother.