07-12-2015, 04:36 PM
so you wanna play with magic?
Well, this day just keeps getting more interesting.
She can’t help smiling to herself as he rises from the dust, his wordless roar a source of amusement more than concern. She has no doubt, no doubt at all that she can still outmatch him. She also knows with absolute certainty that doing so will be incredibly entertaining. At least, for her.
He starts to swing his tail, and Camrynn's magic reaches out to surround and reinforce the tree. When the tail connects, the tree does not move. At all. Not so much as a shaking branch. One tiny leaf falls, but that could just as easily have been nature taking its course as the forceful blow the tree had just received. Camrynn has encased the tree fully with her magic, allowing it (and by extension, her) to be fully undisturbed.
Looking directly at the 60 foot tall battle squirrel, mischief in her tiny squirrely eye, she takes a nice, big bite of the acorn.
Entirely unlike a normal squirrel (yes, research was done on how normal squirrels eat), she chews this big bite for a few moments, using her magic to be sure that she is entirely unmolested during this time. The taste is heavenly (well, for a squirrel) – that perfect blend of nutty flavor with a nice, smooth mouth-feel and a clean, crisp finish. As it turns out, acorns absolutely can be described like wine. At least, if those doing the tasting are squirrels, or are currently pretending to be squirrels.
Chunk of acorn enjoyed, Camrynn sighs. She knows that the 50 foot tall squirrelzilla outside of her tree shelter is not going to deal with himself. And besides, she wouldn't want him to – she's going to thoroughly enjoy what comes next. She just needed a quick little respite – the squirrel vision of a Kit Kat break, if you will. She looks up at squirrelzilla with a wicked squirrel-grin and leaps from the branch.
But she never hits the ground. As she jumps, she grows. She is only 30 feet in length, half his size, but she has an advantage that he lacks: she's decided to give herself wings. They are glorious wings of electric blue, shining unnaturally against the natural blue of the sky. She is armored too, ice-blue plate covering her belly and an ice-blue helmet covering her squirrel head (with the ears sticking out, of course). Beneath the ice blue her coat is a mix of black and hot pink fur, intermingled evenly, not spotted.
In the middle of her chest, encased in an ice blue armor cage, the acorn (now missing the chunk where she'd taken a nice healthy bite) is held securely against a background of armor. Terribly unfair on her part, but Camrynn has never been much of one for chivalrous competition.
Her electric blue wings carry her high into the sky. Diving back down, she tucks her wings in tight, gaining speed. Her tail is conveniently adapted to act as a sort of sky rudder, to empower her to make tight turns that would otherwise be impossible. The tail also has a blade on the end of it, just in case. She's not the most aerodynamic thing, but she manages well enough when she tucks in her legs.
Coming at him from directly above, Camrynn opens her mouth and releases a blast of pure frigid air, cold enough to freeze anything it might hit on contact.
For they are Camrynn and Tarnished, and theirs is the song of ice and fire.
And if Tarnished doesn't dive out of the way real quick, ice is well on its way to an easy victory.
She can’t help smiling to herself as he rises from the dust, his wordless roar a source of amusement more than concern. She has no doubt, no doubt at all that she can still outmatch him. She also knows with absolute certainty that doing so will be incredibly entertaining. At least, for her.
He starts to swing his tail, and Camrynn's magic reaches out to surround and reinforce the tree. When the tail connects, the tree does not move. At all. Not so much as a shaking branch. One tiny leaf falls, but that could just as easily have been nature taking its course as the forceful blow the tree had just received. Camrynn has encased the tree fully with her magic, allowing it (and by extension, her) to be fully undisturbed.
Looking directly at the 60 foot tall battle squirrel, mischief in her tiny squirrely eye, she takes a nice, big bite of the acorn.
Entirely unlike a normal squirrel (yes, research was done on how normal squirrels eat), she chews this big bite for a few moments, using her magic to be sure that she is entirely unmolested during this time. The taste is heavenly (well, for a squirrel) – that perfect blend of nutty flavor with a nice, smooth mouth-feel and a clean, crisp finish. As it turns out, acorns absolutely can be described like wine. At least, if those doing the tasting are squirrels, or are currently pretending to be squirrels.
Chunk of acorn enjoyed, Camrynn sighs. She knows that the 50 foot tall squirrelzilla outside of her tree shelter is not going to deal with himself. And besides, she wouldn't want him to – she's going to thoroughly enjoy what comes next. She just needed a quick little respite – the squirrel vision of a Kit Kat break, if you will. She looks up at squirrelzilla with a wicked squirrel-grin and leaps from the branch.
But she never hits the ground. As she jumps, she grows. She is only 30 feet in length, half his size, but she has an advantage that he lacks: she's decided to give herself wings. They are glorious wings of electric blue, shining unnaturally against the natural blue of the sky. She is armored too, ice-blue plate covering her belly and an ice-blue helmet covering her squirrel head (with the ears sticking out, of course). Beneath the ice blue her coat is a mix of black and hot pink fur, intermingled evenly, not spotted.
In the middle of her chest, encased in an ice blue armor cage, the acorn (now missing the chunk where she'd taken a nice healthy bite) is held securely against a background of armor. Terribly unfair on her part, but Camrynn has never been much of one for chivalrous competition.
Her electric blue wings carry her high into the sky. Diving back down, she tucks her wings in tight, gaining speed. Her tail is conveniently adapted to act as a sort of sky rudder, to empower her to make tight turns that would otherwise be impossible. The tail also has a blade on the end of it, just in case. She's not the most aerodynamic thing, but she manages well enough when she tucks in her legs.
Coming at him from directly above, Camrynn opens her mouth and releases a blast of pure frigid air, cold enough to freeze anything it might hit on contact.
For they are Camrynn and Tarnished, and theirs is the song of ice and fire.
And if Tarnished doesn't dive out of the way real quick, ice is well on its way to an easy victory.
CAMRYNN
co-queen of the deserts, magical, mother of badassery
SO, anyone is welcome to jump in! Because, well, who wouldn't want to be in the path of two gigantic squirrels dueling for world dominance/a single tiny acorn?