This time, the trip to Sylva had not been on her own accord. In a moment’s notice, she was drug beneath the surface of the ocean. Salt stung in her eyes, ripped at the fragility of her esophagus as she fought desperately for air. Struggling helplessly to keep her head above water, clawing at any type of oxygen that would sate her weak lungs, but finding nothing but him. The king of the sea, bringing her back to the blackness over and over.
(Fight).
Coral rips at her russet hide, turning the sea a horrible shade of pink. Her puppeteer must find some sick sense of joy in this, in seeing her body flung at the sharp rocks like a rag-doll. She is fighting, but to no avail - he is taunting her, lifting her up to the surface just before plunging her into the water again. Fuck, how would she survive this?
(Fight).
Krone’s body is thrown about, and she cannot control where it goes and she has no sense of the direction he’s taking her. Her wings are unfurled, soaking up water as she is hurled into the bulk of a volcanic rock.
Crack.
Pain shoots up the fragile bone of her appendage, and she lets out a powerless scream. It’s broken, fuck, it’s shattered. She inhales, water rushing into her lungs and clouding her head. She’s going to die, she can feel it. Darkness envelops her...
(Fight).
She’s tossed like garbage on the shore of the river. Her lungs are burning, and she struggles to get a breath. He was unlike any she’d seen before. His power, the way he willed the water to entrap her in its deadly embrace, was all foreign to her (she’d seen a lot of magic in her time, but none like this). Her eyes are red and murky - it’ll take her quite awhile before she can see clearly again.
Wherever she was, it was dark. Her feathers are soaked, her body is drenched. Her wing throbs in agony and the cuts along her body sting as salty water drips into them. Oh fuck, what was she going to do?
@[Maugrim] this sucks but feel free to do whatever to her. She can’t see very well right now and her wing is broken from the impact of the rocks.
(Fight).
Coral rips at her russet hide, turning the sea a horrible shade of pink. Her puppeteer must find some sick sense of joy in this, in seeing her body flung at the sharp rocks like a rag-doll. She is fighting, but to no avail - he is taunting her, lifting her up to the surface just before plunging her into the water again. Fuck, how would she survive this?
(Fight).
Krone’s body is thrown about, and she cannot control where it goes and she has no sense of the direction he’s taking her. Her wings are unfurled, soaking up water as she is hurled into the bulk of a volcanic rock.
Crack.
Pain shoots up the fragile bone of her appendage, and she lets out a powerless scream. It’s broken, fuck, it’s shattered. She inhales, water rushing into her lungs and clouding her head. She’s going to die, she can feel it. Darkness envelops her...
(Fight).
She’s tossed like garbage on the shore of the river. Her lungs are burning, and she struggles to get a breath. He was unlike any she’d seen before. His power, the way he willed the water to entrap her in its deadly embrace, was all foreign to her (she’d seen a lot of magic in her time, but none like this). Her eyes are red and murky - it’ll take her quite awhile before she can see clearly again.
Wherever she was, it was dark. Her feathers are soaked, her body is drenched. Her wing throbs in agony and the cuts along her body sting as salty water drips into them. Oh fuck, what was she going to do?
@[Maugrim] this sucks but feel free to do whatever to her. She can’t see very well right now and her wing is broken from the impact of the rocks.