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Post by Kari Muffin on Apr 3, 2010 1:15:45 GMT -5
She was late. She wasn't supposed to be late. The eagle was terribly worried about Asha. He had been worried about just about everyone, and it was only getting worse with each passing day. At the moment though there was no one around to reassure him that everything would be fine. So rather than fly into a panic attack Eilwyn left his apartment to search for his sister. A worried sound escaped the bird as he began searching for the girl. She had always been fine before. Safe. But since Dad died that messed everything up. And people just kept dying. What was he supposed to do? How was he supposed to act now that there was a big empty space in his heart? Elyse was busy. The children never seemed to like him.... His thoughts came to a grinding halt when he heard a scream. The eagle's feathers puffed out when he recognized the cry. Asha! It would have made more sense to fly, and if he had known how he would have probably been able to stop the inevitable from happening. As it was he ran as fast as his legs could carry him. When he rounded the corner he saw the pink form crashing down on his sister. And then it did it again. A high pitched shriek escaped the eagle, "Asha! What are you doing to Asha!" He rushed forward, blindly. He was in no way prepared to attack, he was simply running to the aide of his sibling. (( OOC: <3 just remember Sera, I would like to keep his feet intact. )) |
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Post by seraaches on Apr 4, 2010 15:09:49 GMT -5
(( Excellent reminder is excellent. ^^ hehe Thanks, Kari! ))
A scream of despair cut through his enjoyment and Eir's head jerked up to see some sort of bird running towards him. He didn't bother to retort, though it would certainly have been fun to rip some more at the man's obvious agony. It never occurred to him to even wonder who this Card was and why he was so concerned about something as useless as an Ace. His blood was up, however, and he simply snorted as he tossed his head quickly and charged towards the man who was so fortuitously running towards him.
Perhaps he should consider using an ability on the Jack, but unless the mere Spade proved to have something worthwhile, the stallion was quite willing to destroy him just as he destroyed the piece of Ace trash behind him.
He swerved at the last second, hopefully catching the bird with his shoulder and throwing the man off balance and thus lined up for a very nice kick from his invisible back legs.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Apr 4, 2010 16:12:16 GMT -5
(( OOC: He rolled a one and then a four. ))
Was Asha breathing? She didn't look like she was breathing. She didn't... she didn't--
The eagle's thoughts were cut short when he realized that the monster that was standing over Asha was now running towards him. How exactly it was possible for something with only two legs to run like that wasn't processed as the eagle realized that there was no escape. He didn't have time to think about a proper plan of attack either in his blind terror and rage at the create that had hurt Asha.
The eagle tried to stop, his talons scratching the ground with a horrendous noise as his wings flared out. He hadn't expected the the horse to catch him in the shoulder. Like a rock he hit the ground with a tremendous snap. One of his wings snapped like a twig as it bent awkwardly behind him. The sudden sharp pain made him shriek with surprise as tears started to form. He didn't have any time to recover or block what came next. Not being able to see what was hitting him didn't help. He felt the hoof collide with the bottom of his beak, narrowly missing his throat.
The only thoughts that came to mind through the pain were a brief wondering if Asha was all right, and if Elyse was going to worry about him.
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Post by seraaches on Apr 24, 2010 20:53:56 GMT -5
The snaps were satisfying and almost made up for the waste of time that bloody Ace had been. Literally bloody. The caused the stallion to smirk as he wheeled neatly around to see the damage done to the other Card. Not nearly enough, not nearly enough. Almost casually, the stallion reared up above the bird, jackhammering the Jack's nearer leg with both of his forelegs held stiffly together. One wing obviously broken and then the legs taken out, and Eir might finally have something worth eating.
His ears pricked forwards towards the bird and he glanced back up the alley towards the. . . puddle of an Ace. "Asha? Is that what that thing was?" His response came perhaps a bit belatedly, as though he hadn't ignored the question long enough to break the Spade's leg. "I thought it was just a rancid pile of meat." He tilted his head slightly to one side. "You, however, seem to be made of tastier things." He bared his teeth in a smile, take a deep breath of the blood-ridden air and looked for a good place to bite first. Wings could be tasty, but he generally preferred something a bit more substantial. . . like the forearm.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Apr 25, 2010 2:26:35 GMT -5
There was an audible snap when his leg broke. The bird jerked at the sudden pain. He would have shrieked if his voice hadn't caught in his throat. Why was this happening? Why was Asha dead? What was this monster?
His head was swimming when he hard the voice. The words made him want to cry. Want to fight. But his body wasn't exactly working properly. His eyes darted towards the horse. Why was everything getting so fuzzy? His talons screeched against the ground as he tried to move.
He felt nothing. Nothing was right. He was going to die. Not from the broken bones or blood lost. The thing standing over him and sizing him up was going to eat him. And there was nothing he could do about it.
A pained whimper of agony escaped him, a hand attempting to swat at the half a horse in front of him. But ultimately the eagle passed out from the shock. His world was dark.
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Post by seraaches on May 12, 2010 19:05:09 GMT -5
It was never as much fun when they were passed out, but Eir had worked up quite an appetite by this time and the Jack would be something at least worth eating, unlike that bloody mass further up the alley.
The stallion quickly tore into the Highlander-- at this point still alive-- and, if he received some whimpers of pain, so much the better. Being in the city, he couldn't take quite as much time with his meal as he generally liked, but he was still able to fill himself up.
By the time he had finished, bones gleamed in sight, still wet and sticky with blood. He'd ripped into one of the wings pretty well and taken a great deal of the body. He stared at the ruin before him, then idly plucked out a few of the feathers from the untouched wing; Vespera would appreciate the gesture and he liked taking souvenirs even if he didn't usually have anything to do with them. Eir smacked his lips once more, picked up his feathers and trotted quickly off. He was fairly certain there was a fountain nearby where he could get cleaned up and thus make the trail run cold. Despite the waste of time the Ace had been, it had turned out to be a profitable day.
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