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 Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 5:35 pm
At sixteen hands she couldn't have been short, either. Sure, she wasn't fat like Clytaemnestra, full of overworked muscle, she'd leaned down. Truthfully, Storm knew she had the build of a stallion. Surely her jaw showed that? It was thick and powerful, and unlike most mares, she had canines. Her ears remained pinned as she twirled and dove, looking for any sign of escape from this horrible dream she had been creating.
She had never thought Clytaemnestra would make things so difficult. Where was the hatred and loyalty to the father that Storm had longed to find. Someone you could hate. Most of all Storm did not dare to take the Nequus on head to head, as much as she wanted to. At least now Sereva's opinions on the matters were unknown, and a fight between them could lead to hatred from the black.
She hated this gruesome feeling in her throat. Letting out a shrill cry of anger she dove towards the earth, waiting until she could almost touch the grass before she tumulted up once more, the adrenaline of near death pulsating through her body.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 6:12 pm
 Far below, the burned out husk of an oak tree stood in the middle of a wide meadow. Black clouds swirled and boiled overhead, threatening a repeat of the lightning storm that had set it aflame so many months ago.
In the darkened field, amid the hissing of the wind through the grass, a bellow of rage echoed forth.
THWUNK.
The sable mare's front hooves had found the trunk in perfect unison. Had such a blow connected with the head of anything living, it would probably have dashed it to pieces. Luckily for the tree, it was long dead.
Melantho pushed herself back from the tree and sank to all fours again, her anger now spent enough that she could stand still. It murmured at the back of her mind - damn him, damn him, damn him over and over again. She had thought the nightmares shaken, the chills and terrors gone, but tonight...tonight they had returned in full force. Tonight he had stood over her, shouting out her faults for all the herd to hear, cuffing her with his mighty hooves until she could barely stand. She had been too small and weak to fight back then, and the dream had stripped her of all her new-found strength.
Even now, unknowing, he seemed to find ways to hurt her.
The wind picked up again. She shivered. Aku was back in the forest, still no doubt sleeping where she had quietly left him. No sense in getting him involved in this mess. She didn't want to risk treading on him or kicking him in a rage.
Abruptly, quite unexpectedly, she began to think of Storm. Perhaps she needed light tonight, something to chase away the horrors of the past until she could find a way to fight them. Lux Aeterna, she had called her. Light Eternal. It had suited her so well. Light like hers could banish any daemons, bring hope to any honest heart.
She looked out over the meadow, and almost believed she could see the golden mare swooping by.
Inspired, she lifted up her voice and began, softly but powerfully, to sing.
"She's got a smile that, it seems to me, reminds me of childhood memories...where everything...was as fresh as the bright blue sky..."
There had been good days then, back before black was wrong. Storm had reminded her what it was to think of herself as truly beautiful.
"Now and then, when I see her face, she takes me back to that special place...and if I'd stare too long, I'd probably break down and cry..."
If only they had known one another sooner.
"Oh...oh-woah, sweet child o'mine...oh, oh-oh-oh, sweet love o'mine..."
The terrors were mere memories now. As she raised her voice, boldly singing on, even those began to fade.
"She's got eyes of the bluest skies, as if they thought of rain... I'd hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain... Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place where, as a child, I'd hide...and pray for the thunder and the rain to quietly pass me by... Oh...oh-woah, sweet child o'mine...oh, oh-oh-oh, sweet love o'mine..."((The song is Sweet Child O'Mine by Guns 'n' Roses.))
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 6:33 pm
It took several moments for Storm to realize that she wasn't singing in her head, but there was actually a voice, and not too far away singing madly. Storm pinned her ears back to her skull, aggravated that she'd let another be so near and not realized. Damn love sick Nequus, ranting about this and that - blery childhood. She didn't need to be reminded of her father's bones resting so gently in the land of mist and trees.
Banking a left she swooped down with the attention to disrupt the sound, but as she did, her seer-sight came into focus and she realized at once that this wasn't any full blown fool.
At first relief hit her, but then another flush of anger. How could she be so stupid to sing like this out in the open?! The only thing Storm wanted to do was rush to her and bitterly scream for her foolishness, but she would be no Nestra, and she simply couldn't yell at Sereva. Damn. This whole feelings thing sucked.
Grumbling idly in her head she touched her feet down lightly, and shook her body down. She couldn't look shaken around Sereva, she had an image to portray. Carefully, and quietly she came forwards, softly pressing her hooves on the grass. She didn't know the words to the song, but clearly Sereva did, and it took only a few moments for Storm to open up the memories and join in chorus, coming up beside Sereva to look at the world around them. She would have chuckled had she not been singing, she felt so very foolish.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 6:45 pm
The other voice joined in towards the end, and Melantho knew it without even opening her eyes.
"Where do we go now..."
She let the music fall away, sighed, and smiled. Storm. Here. She ought to have seen it coming. The warmth that spread through her, though, could not fully banish the nagging worry that hung in the air. Had that always been here, or had the golden mare brought it with her?
"I feel almost as if I have summoned you from the ether, Lux Aeterna," she said, allowing her eyes to open and behold the other. "No, wait, don't tell me - my dreadful singing woke you up and you're here to silence me?" She was only half joking: she knew her singing wasn't that bad, but somehow she had a feeling that Storm was not usually one for music. Or love songs, for that matter.
"In all seriousness, Storm," she tried, more quietly this time, "to what do I owe this? It's late. I'm only up because I couldn't sleep. Is something afoot? Trouble in paradise? Give me something to worry about aside from my own uselessness, do."
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 7:06 pm
Storm chuckled. "Sereva, you know full well as I there is no such thing as ether." Still, Sereva's joke ran true, and though the black's voice may have been fine, it was the music that did actually make her turn. In this instance, however, it was a song that was most welcome.
"Trouble doesn't begin to speak it," Storm hissed, letting her anger slide out. She bit her tongue shortly thereafter, trying to maintain her composure. It did her no good to look like a fool in the eyes of this dark one.
"It seems I'm not the only one worried for your safety," she said, after a long pause, her eyes refusing to look towards Melantho's direction. There was another awkward silence, or Storm felt it was.
"I met Clytaemnestra not long ago," she began, wrapping up her thoughts to try and explain. "It seems she's determined to have you back, and not because of your father's wishes."
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 7:31 am
The name sent a surge of ice through every vein. Melantho swallowed hard. The Commandante. Over the last few pleasant days, she'd almost forgotten her - almost forgotten why they moved at night and stuck to thick cover by day, why they had to check their direction by the stars and never stray too far northeast. She had almost begun to feel free.
"If she's hurt you," the dark Reya began in a low voice, "she will suffer. Wants me back? Whatever for? Stopping the Commandante from following orders is tantamount to suicide - and how did you know about her anyway? ...Oh, wait, Seer, yes, I knew that... What did she say? What does she want with me, if not to hand me over to my father as he's doubtless expressly ordered?"
She tried to think back to her days in the herd, to what she knew of Clytaemnestra, but all it produced was contradictions. The patched mare had always been cool and aloof, seeming to have no emotional connection to anyone around her. There would be no profit in keeping a fugitive for herself, would there? So why did she want her back, if not for the sake of following orders?
Silently she wondered, knowing well the unflinching determination with which the Commandante had followed someone else's orders, how much worse it would be if the goal she pursued was personal - if the orders she followed were her own.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 9:01 am
Storm looked shocked and shook her head. "No, no, I doubt she'll make a mark on my body, mental or physical. There seems to be at least some form of respect in her for me, as little as she portrays it. I suppose living as long and healthy as I have alone is a feat for any Nequus," Storm rambled, clearing avoiding the subject as much as possible.
For underneath it all, Storm wondered if perhaps Clyteamnestra had some distant feelings for Sereva that clearly weren't business, and perhaps Melantho the same. She would be able to tell if that was the case, being a seer, right? Right?
As a seer, her mind had the ability to dig into others willing brains and retrieve information. Those with little memory could tell her things they barely remembered, if they were so willing. Of course, Storm herself was so, and she searched for as many of the exact words as she could muster. With a deep breath she compiled the thoughts to give to Sereva.
"She asked me, calmly, quietly, where you were. At first, things went well, in fact, we might have even been considered friends, but I didn't like her, so I pushed the issue. I always do. She talked about your father a lot, saying he could be manipulated if you played to his weakness, that you'd be safer with the herd. I told her quite simply to bug off, that a free spirit, dead or no, was better than a trapped on. That she'd be sending you to your death." Storm paused and laughed. "Things went back and forth, her talking as though she had interest in your safety, and then it broke through, clear as day. Her exact words, as best I can recall, 'She has so much potential, Storm. So much potential. I was her protector once, and I must be that again. Must be. I will not stand by and see her so easily trampled into nothing, either by undeserved cruelty. . . or by ill-timed kindness.' And then, what really made me laugh, she told me not to turn into her problem, to be a good girl, that she'd hate to have to solve me and then she left." She paused for a moment now, running over a few things in her mind. "She sent me a few images, as well, or rather thought them and hoped I'd pick them up. They were things of her play, I should think. Seer or no, power or not, it is possible to think certain things to tweak a story one way, or another."
Her mouth had dried with all the talking, and she ground her teeth together, clearly not as relaxed with the conversation as she pretended to be. "So you see, it is as you fear. You are her unfinished business and she'll use whatever means she has to finish you. One way, or another."
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 5:54 pm
But it wasn't as she had feared. It wasn't that way at all. Everything, she thought to herself, had changed. Her dumbfounded state and expression of shock would have told anyone, Seer or no, that Storm had somehow managed to get the wrong end of the stick.
"...No it isn't," she said faintly. "It isn't how I thought it would be - I thought she wanted to kill me! And now you tell me she wants...to protect me? Heavens above, that - that must go against the orders she's been given!" She was wound up now, her words tumbling out one after the other at speed. "I know Father; he'll have said 'bring her back under my control or dispose of her if she won't come quietly', or words to that effect. Clytaemnestra doesn't want me dead, and that changes everything - if I don't go quietly, she's torn between following his orders and following her own! If she wants to protect me, and she knows she can't reconcile that with Father's orders because she knows I won't go back...she must be ready, from what you say, to go against him! To...go against him...for...for..."
That was when the greatest revelation of all seemed to flash, like a bolt of lightning, across the sky.
"...for me..."
Well, some Aku-shaped part of her brain put in, technically it was for herself. But still, the Commandante seemed ready, if Storm was correct, to disobey a direct order over her. Whether it was because of some fondness for her or some darker motive seemed, at the moment, to be irrelevant.
"...I might be able to play my way out of this, Storm," she said softly, trying not to let her mind run away with her on the supply of so much new information. "Even though she's been ordered to bring me back, I might be able to play her to my side. I might be able to convince her to let me go. Was there anything else she said - anything else I could use?"
Of course, even if she got past Clytaemnestra her father would still be a problem. And the Commandante's soldiers, for that matter: if they caught up with her before their mistress did, she could still end up dead.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 7:04 pm
No, no, no, no, no! Storm's brain said, her mind going into panick. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen at all. Storm's ears went flat, a lump forming in her throat and she faught with everything she had not to go completely insane over the subject.
Could it be? Yes, yes it could. Storm's beauty may have been alluring, but beneath it all was Sereva's first love not Clytaemnestra? What would a golden mare have against someone who'd raised and trained the black foal. The mental image flashed before her eyes once more, and he gritted her teeth together, watching Clytaemnestra protect the cowering foal.
She had to finish this, at least. "Your father can be manipulated, Sereva, she hadn't yet taught you that." Her teeth were grinding now, tail flicking, but she kept going never the less. She dug deep into her mind, finding more of what Clytaemnestra said. "Your father is a dictator, she told me, a heartless brute, to him you are a tool. Nestra will not be forced to see things this way, and she said, I recall, 'She was my protege, my first and only true student among endless ranks of subordinates. I have invested too much in her life to let her be dealt with in the manner her father wishes!'"
Storm bit her tongue until it bled, but she ignored the iron taste, still searching for anything, perhaps to win back the favor, but she knew it was already to late. One way or another, Sereva's past would always step in. No, its Melanthos past. Melantho.
"'If Melantho is still alive, she's survived on a mixture of good lessons half-learned and sheer dumb luck. As far as I'm concerned she's not ready for this kind of escapade, and until I see any evidence to the contrary I'll continue as I am. Anyone who tries to prevent me will be treated as an enemy. My enemies - and I hope this is crystal clear - do not tend to live long.' That was it, that's what she said. I have nothing more for you, Melantho." Her ears were pinned now, and her head was swimming.
"Get lost, you don't have much time, I imagine." Oh, Storm had been such a fool, to think that for once a brain would win over the heart. It seems she fell spell to the same ill willed power of love.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 7:21 pm
Melantho. It was her name, and she'd answered to it for years, but now it stung. It stung like sand in eyes, like thorns in hooves, like foul water in a cut. The dark mare shook her head slowly, not quite believing what she was hearing.
"...Why do you scorn me so?" she said faintly. "Why are you hurting me like this?" But she knew why, or she thought she did. "Do you think I'm a fool, Storm? I'm not about to fall under her power - not again. Never again. You've given me a way out of that, a way to be my own mistress without having to try to beat her and her army alone. This...I can work with this. Don't you see? She wants evidence to the contrary. She wants proof that I'm good enough to make it on my own. Once she's got that all bets are off. That's what she told you, and if I know one thing about Clytaemnestra it's that she doesn't lie." She doesn't need to lie. "I can do this. I can get my freedom - somehow, I know I can do it. Without his Commandante on his side, my father's less of a threat to me: even if she's only dithering over whether to follow his orders or her own desires, that's an improvement. That's something more I've got going for me at last. I..." Her voice faltered. "...I can't thank you enough for bringing me hope. Please, don't lash out at me like this. It...hurts, Storm."
She could only ask. Plead. Chances were that Storm would find it repulsive. But what else was there to do? She didn't understand why the golden mare had become so angry. There might be a way forward for her at last - why wasn't Storm happy for her, happy to help her find a path she could take?
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2007 8:26 am
Storm waited, ears half-back, hind cocked. She wasn't sure if she wanted to leave yet, but she had little respect for those with emotions that got down and begged. The only person she ever wanted to see do that were those that challenged her. No, she needed to see Melantho fight against the odds, and that's exactly what she was failing to do.
"I don't understand her like you," Storm snapped, clearly more upset at the whole ordeal than she believed Melantho was realizing. "This is not something I can help you with, do you understand? I'm not the stunning golden you met a few nights ago. How the hell do you think I survived out here? I'm vicious, cold, I v-line kicks to Nequus for the hell of it. I do hurt, but I'm alive, and until you, that seemed to be all that mattered."
She snorted and tossed her head. "I can't bear to see things go aray, and so if this doesn't work, your dead body will be permanately on the conscious I didn't know I had. So you better stop pleading and stick up for yourself, because I can't bring hope to a corpse." The golden wasn't sure what she meant by it all, it just kept coming in an angry mess. And she wasn't even angry at Melantho, but herself! Of course, revealing that would somehow be devestating. This seer business really wasn't helping out her personality at all.
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2007 12:28 pm
Well. This was a pretty basket of fruit. It appeared that Aku had been right: Storm was afraid. Horribly afraid. She certainly had a rather skewed opinion of herself - on the one side she seemed almost narcissistic, but on the other she came across as utterly self-loathing. She didn't like the pleading, that much was clear, but Melantho didn't like the alternative. Forced to it, however, she narrowed her eyes.
"A corpse, Lux Aeterna?" she said, quietly, dangerously. "You think they can take me down so easily? You really think I'm the sort to just roll over and die? No. That's not me. Just because I don't want to fight with you doesn't mean I wouldn't relish fighting someone else. I'm not weak for caring, and I'm not made less because my heart isn't armoured with ice. My heart, Storm, is wreathed in fire. You can snort your derision at me and the flame will flicker, but if I have to face my enemies...they'll know the fury of the inferno!"
As if on cue, a yowling screech echoed forth from among the trees. Melantho's head snapped around, just in time to see Aku come tearing out of the forest at breakneck speed.
"Mel!" he shouted. "They're here! The Commandante's boys! Two of them - one more flew off when they found me! He'll have gone to Clytaemnestra!"
The black mare's stomach turned, but she gritted her teeth and stood her ground. "How the hell did they find us?" she snapped at no one in particular. "We lost them weeks ago! Someone must have tipped them off!"
"Too late for that now," the Rit hissed. "They're here. If we don't run, we're screwed."
Melantho's eyes remained fixed upon the treeline. The wind was picking up around her, and the clouds seemed to darken with her anger.
"Not yet, Aku," she said, lowering her head as if to charge. "Not yet. Get into that old tree and stay low. I'm going to fight."
Aku goggled at her. "You're mad."
"Not mad, old friend," the dark Reya murmured. "Crazy."
A low, sinister laugh emerged from the wood. Two thick-set Reya stallions emerged, walking almost in step with one another, leering faces and gleaming eyes fixed upon Melantho. Clytaemnestra's soldiers.
"Hey, half-breed!" one of them called. "Thanks for your help! Couldn't've done it without you..."
Aku spat. "s**t. What's he on? Storm didn't..."
"...lead them right to us," Melantho finished quietly, knowing that it must be the truth. Clytaemnestra would have ordered them to follow the golden mare, suspecting that she would go to find her friend and warn her. "I don't blame you, Storm - you couldn't have known how they work - but it looks like you get your wish. Looks like I stand up for myself tonight."
She raised her head and took a few steps forward. "Hey! Hey you! Yeah, the big stupid one! This what you want?" She snapped her tails like a whip. "Well, you'd better hope you're ready...'cause HERE I COME!"
Then, lowering her head with a snarl, paying the smaller stallion no heed as he skittered away wide-eyed, she charged the massive leader head-on.
The last thing she saw before the fury of battle clouded her eyes was his expression: half shock, half abject terror at the sight of the black daemon bearing down upon him.
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2007 2:43 pm
Storm rolled her eyes, please, she didn't think that Sereva was going to roll over and die, but she couldn't work from the heart. She had to work from the head.
"You ******** idiot!" Storm yelled, her voice pierced with worry. It couldn't be said whether it was directed at Sereva, or at herself, for the stallion had just appeared.
Storm gritted her teeth together and spread her wings. "Ah. . . little full-blood, only two of you? Shame." She turned to run, and it appeared she was abandonning Melantho for the sake of her own hide.
Yet that wasn't what she was doing, whipping back towards Aku, she gribbed the smaller animal by the scruff and took him skywards, her white wings pumping furiously. She kept low to the ground and at a pinpoint away she dropped him, not bothering to see how he landed. "Stay here, small fry, whether you can fight or not, one idiot could fall over and crush you, I don't need four of them. Sereva would kill me."
Whether he stayed or not was up to him, but Storm could say she tried. Giving a display of grace she went tearing around the hind end of the Nequus, making sure to keep one mind on theirs. "Oh I'll tan your hides, you bloody bastards!"
Tearing backdown in a spiral she aimed for the stallion that appeared to be out of Sereva's way for the time being. The object was to hit him blind-side. Chances are he'd get injured, but there was a high chance she would as well. In any case, Sereva was a fool if she thought she could take on two stallions at once, and an even bigger one if she didn't think there were more coming.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 9:38 am
Melantho couldn't see what Storm was doing, but she heard the yells of fury - "...tan your hides, you bloody bastards!" The golden mare wasn't the only one thinking something along those lines. To his credit, the larger stallion hadn't turned and fled at her charge. He lacked her momentum, though, and he went down heavily when she collided with him. Black bone ripped through taut muscle, provoking a howl of pain. Part of Melantho, the part she disliked most, cackled maniacally at the sound as she slowed, turned, and watched her opponent struggle to rise. There was murder in his piggy eyes.
"Oh, I'll bust you good, liddle girl," he snarled, scrambling to his hooves and pawing the ground. "I'll mess you up so good even your precious Commandante wouldn't recognise you!"
Something about the way he said it rankled. Melantho didn't like to sound like anyone's pet, least of all (at the moment) Clytaemnestra's. "Pray she never finds out you said that," she spat back as they circled one another. "I can beat you, but she knows torture. ...Maybe I'll tell her. Maybe I'll tell her just what her boys think of her. Maybe I'll say they think she's gone soft." She had her back to the old blackened tree now. "See if that won't get your balls ripped off and thrown to the vultures!"
With an infuriated roar, he charged. This was exactly what Melantho had been waiting for. At the last second, she leaped out of his way - and by then it was too late for him to stop.
THUNK.
She could hear Aku's peals of laughter. He'd taken refuge at the top of the burned-out tree as soon as the fighting Nequus were out of his path, and had probably been the first one to note that the stallion's horn was wedged firmly into the bark.
"Damn...black...b***h..."
A grim expression crossed Melantho's face. Oh, this one would pay. In full. "Looks like someone needs a little help!"
Rearing up on her hind legs, she brought one hoof crashing down on his trapped horn. With a sickening crack, it broke off at the base. The stallion screamed, stumbling away, blinded with pain. His horn had dropped to the grass among the tree roots.
Melantho shot a glance up at Aku, and watched his blue eyes shine devilish in the moonlight. His grin, half way to a snarl, was all gleaming white canines.
"Go git 'im, Mel," he hissed. "Go tell 'im where to stick it."
The dark Reya was all too keen to do just that. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Storm coming in for another pass. Her victim, already severely bloodied, was fleeing as fast as he could. Coward.
"Not so big now, are you?" she called to the now hornless leader. "Imagine that - your pride and joy, severed by a little black b***h."
He groaned, staggering towards the treeline. Melantho spat. "You're disgusting. And you can tell the Commandante I said that. I think you're a fine message to send to her - but in case she doesn't get the picture, just tell her I'm here. Tell her I'm still here in Eden, alive and well, and I mean business. Got that?" She took the weak nod as acquiescence. "Good. Now get out of my sight before I change my mind about being merciful."
The stallion stumbled into the trees and out of sight. Allowing herself a moment of pride, Melantho looked around for Storm. For now, at least, they were winning.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 6:02 pm
Storm whipped to the side, her white horn dripping red and sparkling in the moonlight. The stallion had attempted to deal her a nasty blow to the side before fleeing, but somehow her gut instinct had kicked in and the golden had managed to move out of the way. He mind told her that Sereva was in trouble, but her heart knew better, and she tried to keep the focus on the fight. It ended so quickly, it almost seemed like there was something more. . . Something she wasn't seeing.
She gave a mental scan of the area, fading into a trot as the stallions hoofbeats receded. Her ears flicked to her skull and back again, but that worry didn't leave her face. She nickered deeply over towards Sereva, to see if she was okay, but it was clear there was nothing else amiss, for Sereva's mind seemed to be at rest.
Storm, however, could not be calmed. The adrenaline was pulsing through her veins, eyes were rolled up the back of her head, snorting towards the fading sounds of the retreaters. Something was still not right. Whether or not they'd be attacked again, she wasn't sure, but she wasn't about to let pride take over. This spot was not her birthplace, and she intented to get out of the danger zone.
Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! She screamed at the hundreds of little voices that were screaming scared in her mind. There were things about, and she couldn't block them out to scan, someone had the advantage, and it wasn't them.
"Sereva!" she snapped unkindly, limping her way over. Her dive hadn't proved completely successful, a large gash was on her right shoulder, running down her leg. The red complimented her, she decided, and so she left it here. "We're going, now." She didn't leave an option. She didn't care if Sereva wanted to fight still or not. There were at least seven of them, and one would be getting word to her father. She didn't know how many more there were, and didn't want to know.
She wanted Sereva safe, and at this very moment. There was only one possible solution. To go to the place father died, and where many other Nequus perished. They wouldn't dare follow them in there.
"We have to make it through the forest beneath Tiner, and we have to be fast." Shoulder or no, she could still fly well enough, and she intented to do so.
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