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The collission with the four-winged mare was delightful. She heard a resounding THUD, felt her flesh give way to her sharp horn (even if it was a parting graze), and knocked the more delicate mare over onto the ground. She shook her whole body with delight as she forced the mare over. She may not always bear this size - the size her brother Diogenes always possessed, but when she used it, she felt OH so good. So powerful.

But when she looked down at the mare as she fell to her side, she was in for another delightful treat. Fires. Fires had begun to spread in this territory, and she heard and smelled the fur singing. "How does it feel?" She said between bared teeth, "Tell me, mare. How does it feel?"

She knew that the fire wasn't part of the plan. And yet, the cruel mare couldn't help but exalt in the fires... Even if the heat was getting distinctly uncomfortable...

Chemosh circled around his cousin, seeing one of the winged opponents, one who had been farther back coming for Seance again. He curled his lip, while he was confident in his abilities, defending from an aerial attack was more irritating than not. He would have to find some way to fix that…He turned to Seance with a crooked smile " Yessss cousssin, that sssoundss like fun~let usss hurt them" He was waiting for the mare to come closer, her wing beats slightly disturbing the smoke around them, making small ripples in shadow that Inkling had made. With all luck she couldn't see them clearly - He waited patiently, his eyes unblinking as she came closer, closer…

He then reared out of the shadows with a hiss, opening his mouth as wide was he could, aiming to take a piece out of one of her wings, aiming to ground his prey.




Inkling Raised a delicate eyebrow as one of the stallions crashed to the ground " Ooo, that had to hurt…" Her ink swirled around her as she turned to find the other charging forward straight at Taraxippus. She came out of the shadows alongside him, exposing her black fangs as if she meant to meet him head on but as he reared she turned about, lashing out at Canaans exposed underbelly with her great scaled tail. Planning to knock him to the ground as well as wind him. " Oh, certainly, don't give up~" She murmured " This scene is far more interesting that way" She grinned, her eyes glinting with a madness that was uniquely hers.

Nise-e was struck hard in the side and she gave a shrill whinny as Diogenes’ tail slid across her coat, leaving a trail of blood as it did so. But she did not falter, or tried not to at least. She had a single thought and mind to keep going. To not give up. And she twirled around him in the air to strike back with her front two hooves with all the power she could muster. Even if it wouldn’t be enough. She did not care in the slightest.

But that’s when she smelled the smoke.

Fire…

“Fire, she mumbled quietly, ears and nose pricking forward to try and find the source.

She flew higher, then, for just a brief moment. Mindful of Diogenes just below her, she knew he could strike again at any moment if he went up on his hind legs.

“Fire! She cried out towards everyone, yelling fire repeatedly louder and louder, “FIRE!”

Her herd members needed to know! They needed to get somewhere safe!

She zoomed as quickly as she could towards her fallen, broken familiar and landed by his side. His eyes were closed and she could barely make out the rise and fall of his chest. She had to get him out of here. And as she gathered him up carefully, tucked between her wings safely so as he wouldn't fall off as she flew, she turned towards Diogenes’ shouldering, insane, dangerous gaze.

“You ever so much as come near me or him again I will hurt you,” she hissed and glared at him, “I will hurt you more than you could ever hurt me or him. This I promise you.”

And that was a promise. A promise she would keep. She will learn to protect others. She will learn how to fight and to heal. Not just for herself, but for her fallen friend.

Infernum may have been a big, bulky stallion, but he was nothing compared to the elder wind.

He migh have well have been a bison on the railroad tracks in the face of an approaching train. He went sailing over the edge of the ledge, even as he heard his mother's shouts, she was robbed from his view.

He snorted, lashing out with his hooves, but he was facing the wrong direction, and before he knew it, he was falling. He must have had cracked ribs, because his wings were't flapping like they should have been. Not with the same force. His side hurt, his pride hurt, and he was barely able to slow his fall enough to not hit the water below with enough force to hurt him worse.

Chemosh felt his needle like teeth sink deep into flesh, bone and sinew, feathers filled his mouth. He had been successful! Using his weight he kept her there and with a great yank of his head, released the bitten wing and tossed her to the ground. He turned to meet his now grounded opponent when Tara gave a huge roar. His ears pricked back to hear the words as the blood of his opponent dripped from his jaws. He wanted to call everyone back here, where he was…His eyes gleamed - " Bad luck for you little winged one…the whole party isss coming here, and they're not the friendly sssort"


Tara had been right in assuming that Inkling wouldn't have normally participated, but rather recorded, However- sometimes one had to be part of their own story and protect the future plot lines. She saw an impressive range of emotions fly across Taras face as he realized the danger they were in, the fires were all around now, smoke billowing around and choking those on the ground and those aloft. He called for his family to come to him, luckily she was already here. Her ink scrawled pictures in the air of shadowy flames and equine figures fleeing for their lives " The flames of hatred do not care who they consume." She said, spreading her wings that seemed to be no more than shadowy skeletal remains and slowly, like dye spreads through water, darkness spread through the membranes of her wings.

Note: Cataclysm is already maxed in stats.

Cataclysm's vision was red with rage. She felt her wing wrench, it could be broken; she wasn't sure. But they rolled over the ground; so angry and in the zone that she almost didn't notice the burning embers on the ground, bushing up with the rocks and dust in the struggle. Little dots of fire and pain as they crashed into the ground.

The mare was still on her, her teeth still sunk deep into her flesh. Instinct began to take over and Cataclysm began to rear and buck wildly. Her muscles strained with the effort, sweat beading down her face as the temperature around them began to raise at an alarming rate.

Tisiphone roared in triumph as the spotted stallion fell. She turned to assist her daughter when her eyes fell upon the fires whipping up around them. Fear gripped her chest as she reared up in surprise; despite the flames on her foot it was not the same with real fire. Wildfire could sear flesh and the smoke could stop her breath. They needed to leave, and soon. She heard Tara's cry in the distance and she stood stonelike rigid for a moment.

She should head her Alpha's cry, but at this moment she was more concerned with her daughter. "Lamia!" she called. "We need to get back to the swamp. Now."