An Unlikely Revelation
Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2020 2:47 pm
(( April 9, 2011. ))
It had been several hours since the Dragonelf had committed an unprovoked attack upon Cor in the Inn; earlier she'd teleported to the Estate in anticipation of retaliation. The rage at her predicament had remained unabated within the protective confines, though, and she eventually found herself in the woods, hunting. Smoky leathers caressed her form, protecting her from the elements and serving as a reservoir for her weapons. She crouched, nostrils flaring as she sighted and spied upon a short, young buck.
The buck was grazing, lazily, in the fading evening light. It seemed to have almost no care for the surrounding environment. It could even have been considered oblivious, to some. Its hunger and the tiresome state it was in was only likely obvious to a hunter.
The buck was almost too perfect of a target; any prey that was oblivious to the environment was sick, either mentally or physically. Her need for destruction, however, made her uncaring of the potentially troublesome signals emanating from the animal. She suddenly sprang, lunging forward upon the buck, aiming for his sweet, tempting rear end.
At the last possible moment the buck jerked around and looked, not at Dawn, but away from and above her. The huntress hadn’t heard the sound only moments after the buck had seen what was coming. Rather, she saw the light. A high-pitched whining in the air cut through the forest, the sound when two gasses that shouldn't be forced together were just that, and then the hellish peal of the combustion of those elements all around a fuel source thick enough to cause the flames to reach their destination. The fire was bright, purplish, and horrendously fast-coming.
She didn't have time to turn and peer closely at the incoming attack, even though the shift of glance upward had given her at least a minute warning as to what was coming. Her forward momentum denied her the opportunity to twist and face the fire, so to speak. In the end, it likely ended in her salvation. Wings were spread wide in the pounce, a dark wall between her and the sky as she moved through the air. The fiery rain struck, and then lingered, upon leathery membranes. She crashed, rolled, and set the forest alight in puddles of flame with the tumble. Rising to her feet, the thick jelly fuel sloughed off her wings, dropping in a pile below her that licked feet in a dark caress. She actually yelped and hop-skipped forward, turning those red-gold eyes toward the perpetrator.
Only after the scream of the fire had ended could the wing beats be heard. The Daemon hung from them limply, while the mask knitted itself shut over his face. Aside from the wings, and the forced width they added to his shoulders and chest, his form was rather stock. When at last they stopped, he dropped to the ground while they went lax in the air, tightening and spindling together into the two great spears of bone and sinew that he occasionally used them for and slamming into the ground before him, then lowering him gently down before gathering up behind him. His voice was full of disappointment. "Only I don't burn in these flames." A moment, as he stalked nearer. "What have you done?"
A sibilant sounding of his name rolled off the tip of her tongue as the identity of her attacker became more and more apparent. The hiss gave way to a growl, and she mantled those suddenly powerful appendages and took a few more precautionary steps away from the flicking behind her. Leathery membranes glowed light blue with the fires illuminating her from behind. "It is more accurate to query what you have done." While she was surprised at the effectiveness of her wings, she did her best to mask that.
It had been several hours since the Dragonelf had committed an unprovoked attack upon Cor in the Inn; earlier she'd teleported to the Estate in anticipation of retaliation. The rage at her predicament had remained unabated within the protective confines, though, and she eventually found herself in the woods, hunting. Smoky leathers caressed her form, protecting her from the elements and serving as a reservoir for her weapons. She crouched, nostrils flaring as she sighted and spied upon a short, young buck.
The buck was grazing, lazily, in the fading evening light. It seemed to have almost no care for the surrounding environment. It could even have been considered oblivious, to some. Its hunger and the tiresome state it was in was only likely obvious to a hunter.
The buck was almost too perfect of a target; any prey that was oblivious to the environment was sick, either mentally or physically. Her need for destruction, however, made her uncaring of the potentially troublesome signals emanating from the animal. She suddenly sprang, lunging forward upon the buck, aiming for his sweet, tempting rear end.
At the last possible moment the buck jerked around and looked, not at Dawn, but away from and above her. The huntress hadn’t heard the sound only moments after the buck had seen what was coming. Rather, she saw the light. A high-pitched whining in the air cut through the forest, the sound when two gasses that shouldn't be forced together were just that, and then the hellish peal of the combustion of those elements all around a fuel source thick enough to cause the flames to reach their destination. The fire was bright, purplish, and horrendously fast-coming.
She didn't have time to turn and peer closely at the incoming attack, even though the shift of glance upward had given her at least a minute warning as to what was coming. Her forward momentum denied her the opportunity to twist and face the fire, so to speak. In the end, it likely ended in her salvation. Wings were spread wide in the pounce, a dark wall between her and the sky as she moved through the air. The fiery rain struck, and then lingered, upon leathery membranes. She crashed, rolled, and set the forest alight in puddles of flame with the tumble. Rising to her feet, the thick jelly fuel sloughed off her wings, dropping in a pile below her that licked feet in a dark caress. She actually yelped and hop-skipped forward, turning those red-gold eyes toward the perpetrator.
Only after the scream of the fire had ended could the wing beats be heard. The Daemon hung from them limply, while the mask knitted itself shut over his face. Aside from the wings, and the forced width they added to his shoulders and chest, his form was rather stock. When at last they stopped, he dropped to the ground while they went lax in the air, tightening and spindling together into the two great spears of bone and sinew that he occasionally used them for and slamming into the ground before him, then lowering him gently down before gathering up behind him. His voice was full of disappointment. "Only I don't burn in these flames." A moment, as he stalked nearer. "What have you done?"
A sibilant sounding of his name rolled off the tip of her tongue as the identity of her attacker became more and more apparent. The hiss gave way to a growl, and she mantled those suddenly powerful appendages and took a few more precautionary steps away from the flicking behind her. Leathery membranes glowed light blue with the fires illuminating her from behind. "It is more accurate to query what you have done." While she was surprised at the effectiveness of her wings, she did her best to mask that.