02-25-2016, 03:52 PM
Kratos had watched as his father tore down his bedrock wall to allow the three to pass through, the stallion was unknown to him while he recognized Lagertha’s unmistakable frame. The trio spoke in the hushed tones of brevity and so he kept his distance – until he felt her.
The painted titan had felt Rhy’s electricity reaching out for him well before she reached the border – the sameness in their veins had always pulsed to each other.
His father's wall is high. Too high for him to see her as she waivers at the arched entrance. Too high for him to see the bay tobiano with the ravens at her sides. Too high for him to see the third mare before she steps into the Deserts beside Rhy, both with ravens clinging with bloodied talons to their backs.
When the two walk right past the titan leering from the dunes, Rhy not even turning to look upon him - he knows something is not right. The instinctual, feral part of him recognizes it's wrongness and sends him into a long-legged lope towards them well before the girl falls dead at his father's hooves.
The ravens that had clung to the dead mares back now making their way back to the entrance - squawking gleefully to the pair that clung to Rhy’s back as they passed.
Kratos does not know of the Raven Queen that idles outside their borders, nor had he been privy to the conversation the trio had been discussing just moments before. He does not know the small grey stallion is the Gates King nor does he know the damage he would cause when he spits out the tendrils of lightning, writhing like snakes reaching from his belly.
The lightning he sends is indiscriminate as it seeks flesh and it crackles across the ground and sky, enveloping Rhy - well, mostly Rhy. The lightning crackles and scorches whatever is in its path as it makes for her and he hears a dragon’s roar of pain - but he doesn't turn his gaze from Rhy. He is hoping to scorch the ravens to ash and perhaps shake loose whatever hold they, or whoever was puppeteering them, had on Rhy. His jaws are wide and his huge ribs shudder with effort as he sends another blast of lightning directed at Rhy, the large black beast closest to her crumbling to his knees.
Ooc - typed from my phone BOOM. Kratos basically sent a bunch of lightning out to the entire group, mainly intending to hit only Rhy but...yeah, lightning does its own thing.
The painted titan had felt Rhy’s electricity reaching out for him well before she reached the border – the sameness in their veins had always pulsed to each other.
His father's wall is high. Too high for him to see her as she waivers at the arched entrance. Too high for him to see the bay tobiano with the ravens at her sides. Too high for him to see the third mare before she steps into the Deserts beside Rhy, both with ravens clinging with bloodied talons to their backs.
When the two walk right past the titan leering from the dunes, Rhy not even turning to look upon him - he knows something is not right. The instinctual, feral part of him recognizes it's wrongness and sends him into a long-legged lope towards them well before the girl falls dead at his father's hooves.
The ravens that had clung to the dead mares back now making their way back to the entrance - squawking gleefully to the pair that clung to Rhy’s back as they passed.
Kratos does not know of the Raven Queen that idles outside their borders, nor had he been privy to the conversation the trio had been discussing just moments before. He does not know the small grey stallion is the Gates King nor does he know the damage he would cause when he spits out the tendrils of lightning, writhing like snakes reaching from his belly.
The lightning he sends is indiscriminate as it seeks flesh and it crackles across the ground and sky, enveloping Rhy - well, mostly Rhy. The lightning crackles and scorches whatever is in its path as it makes for her and he hears a dragon’s roar of pain - but he doesn't turn his gaze from Rhy. He is hoping to scorch the ravens to ash and perhaps shake loose whatever hold they, or whoever was puppeteering them, had on Rhy. His jaws are wide and his huge ribs shudder with effort as he sends another blast of lightning directed at Rhy, the large black beast closest to her crumbling to his knees.
Ooc - typed from my phone BOOM. Kratos basically sent a bunch of lightning out to the entire group, mainly intending to hit only Rhy but...yeah, lightning does its own thing.