11-03-2025, 03:03 PM
chaos in your soul & lightning in your veins..you my dear were made for wild and wondrous things
Somewhere beneath the wailing of the wind, she hears a scream. It is a scream that is both hungry and terrifying, and she knows deep down in her bones that whatever it is, is coming for her. But she can't, she won't accept that kind of fate. Not this late in the game.
A silly girl she may be, but she refuses to stand here like a lamb trussed for slaughter. She hasn't come so far to only come so far.
All around her the dark space illuminates as her eyes fill with that white-lightning glow. The screaming is quickly drowned out as the wind intensifies. It swirls and whips around her, and even though her ears are pinned flat to her skull she can hear the walls groaning. A growl slips between her clenched teeth as she pours more and more of her power out, and the walls begin to buckle in earnest. While she cannot create a storm, she can control the wind that storms create, and in her confinement she has created a hurricane. With one last shove, the walls buckle outwards. As the dust settles she is revealed, sweat-slicked and panting, but alive and most importantly, free.
As her eyes begin to soften and her breathing settles, she takes in her surroundings. Darkness looms in front of her, but there is a shimmering light someplace in the distance. It is faint, but it is still enough to cause hope to swell in her chest. With a shake, she steps from the wreckage she created, her eyes focusing only on that glimmer of hope.
She walks for what seems like miles. A twist here, a turn there as she follows the light. It never seems to get brighter, but it isn't getting more dull either and she takes that for a good sign. Occasionally she thinks she sees something in the shadows, or hears the scrape of claw to rock, but nothing comes forward.
Until it does, and nothing could have prepared her for what stepped from the dark behind her.
A mousey-colored mare with downy wings. She is the type of beauty legends are made of. Delicate, yet fierce. Unassuming in her stature, but an invisible strength pours from her in waves. "Mother..." Wayfair says, her voice weary. By all appearances, her mother is standing before her. But she has also experienced too much in this small frame of time to give her trust away freely. Wayfair has almost made up her mind to seek comfort from her dam though when the air shifts and Topsail does too.
This maze was not meant for what her mother becomes. She has heard the legends of course, of The Raptor Queen of The Valley. But hearing and seeing are two different things entirely. The small grulla mare twists and groans, shedding her mousey pelt and replacing it with brown leather and vicious, lethal claws. Her mouth gapes open to reveal razor sharp teeth covered in thick spittle, as if they are preparing to feast. "Mother, please..." she stammers, though her eyes are glowing as she says it. Already she is preparing.
As the Raptor lunges, Wayfair explodes, though not before one of those vicious toe claws rips through the flesh of her shoulder. Every ounce of her strength is thrown into her power as the wind moves away from her and towards the monster. A feral scream leaves her mouth, a scream that is echoed by the Raptor. Their screams continue as they fly apart from one another; her monster mother back into the depths of hell, and Wayfair towards the light.
She lands in a heap though she doesn't stay there. With heaving lungs she scrambles to her feet while the blood streams freely down her ivory leg. The wound will surely scar, but a scar is well worth being alive. As the light finally shines on her she spares one last glance to the darkness before gratefully stepping into the beams and out of that twisted hell.
Wayfair
Ooc: this was so much fun! Basically, Wayfair finds her mom, Topsail, in the maze, but Topsail shifts into a Velociraptor (her old power as queen of the valley) and tries to eat her daughter >.< she does give Wayfair a good gash down her shoulder, though