With a past so dark, that Satan'd jump out of his seat. But still you out in these streets, thinking you hot as can be.
Without the knowledge to lead, so you just follow the sheep. Making sure your lame swag is all polished and clean.
Without the knowledge to lead, so you just follow the sheep. Making sure your lame swag is all polished and clean.
It takes only an hour but he is soon to realize that he has made it to the party just a little bit late. Down below the horses fought with intensity, bodies mangled together among the raging fires. Above him magicians formed in the shapes of dragons and large birds of prey battled with the ferocity of a thousand armies, their screams and calls almost deafening.
It is now that Demian flies over the Chamber, his body in the form of blue green and purple flame as he searches for Cress below. He knows not to search for Rhonan. He knows his friend and advisor can handle his own. But Cress was who he was most concerned for at this moment. It is when he sees her and another mare turn her attention towards the Healer that he begins to dive, the flames forming almost into the shape as a comet as he heads towards the earth and with a loud yell his hooves find the ground.
He's running then, his heart pounding with every step as he heads towards Cress, ears pinned and teeth bared as he forces the flames to be pulled back within him, changing his form back into a solid mass once more. It takes time, and only when he reaches her do the flames subside and he becomes a solid mass once more, all except for his eyes. He keeps them in order to keep Cress in his sights. Within seconds he is pushing her. Pushing her and himself out of the way of the bursting light, but just enough to make sure she is safe and to avoid a killing blow to himself. He grunts when his body meets hers, stumbling as he forces her free from harm and wrapping his wings around her for extra measure.
Though seconds later he is screaming in pain. His hind end catches the beam of light slightly, singing his hair down to the flesh and causing his skin to bubble in blisters on his hip. His back legs collapse then, causing him to stumble even more and with a sudden twist he pushes himself back up, forcing him to face the mare that sent out the deadly light. Chest heaving he stares at her, studying her before taking a deep breath and screaming a gutteral call of pure rage his wings erupting into the form of blue, green and purple cosmic fire. He can see her away, a form of smoke and ash through his eyes of fire.
His wings, no longer solid, stretch out his left one dragging on the ground, and the right outstretched as he heads towards the mare, teeth gritting against the pain in his hind end. The exertion the calling on the fire causes and the searing pain in his hip is beginning to wear him down slightly, his breathing heavy and partially labored as sweat begins to form on his chest. But he pushes himself harder doing his best to ignore it, legs churning as he leaves a line of fire in his wake. It was before he reached her he begins to turn, circling her and dragging the wing made of flame. He is closing her in, doing his best to seal her off.
He is doing his best to do it quickly and not be stopped. His heart is pounding as he circles the mare. He no longer cares that the Chamber is burning. In all honesty, he never did. For his fire was stronger than the dragon's and he could survive if it overtook him.
At this point it didn't matter if there were more fires.
The chamber would be ash once more by the time they were all done.
ooc; dem basically saved cress and took the blow to his hip.
dem got kinda mad and ran after joscelin and is making a ring of cosmic fire of blue, purple and green flames around her to try and trap her.
i wrote this very exhausted and this is my first battle post so please excuse any weirdness, things flowing together terribly, etc and pm me if there are any issues and i will edit. :|