Twas the night before Christmas...
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zg_shadowsAs some of you may know, there are some Black Spiral Dancers out there that don't like Tolly.
On Christmas Eve, a small posse from the Devon and Cornwall area tried for a strike.
They've tried to attack Tolly before with little succcess.
This time, however, there was no Jamie. There was Tolly, his mother, his sister, a Child of Gaia, and a rather innocuous looking female corax who happened to be in the area.
This is herview of events
Blood dripping from tattered wings, the great deformed form of a bird-man hauled itself up into the air, tearing free from the clutching claws below. Its chest was working itself like bellows, sucking air into tortured lungs.
“Higher, higher, higher,” the bird repeated to itself. Only willpower was keeping it upright at that moment, and it knew that had it not healed itself through the force of rage alone, it would be dead by now.
It stared down at the scene below in dismay. Juliet Oakley lay in a huddled heap on the ground, blood seeping from the slash across her throat. The bird knew she would die soon, and also knew that she had no capability of getting back down there to help.
Tolly was standing in the yard, hands aflame. He was Undying, he had said. He could come back from death, and the bird had a feeling that that would be needed tonight. This was a battle already lost. Five werewolves, twisted and reeking of the wyrm, were winning. Their claws were wet where they had wrenched out Tolly’s innards, and one of them was kneeling by Juliet, inhaling her last breaths.
The bird-thing hung in the air for a moment.
Corax do not die nobly, and that was what would happen if she went back down. Someone had to get this news out. Someone had to get the news out quick.
The bird-thing tilted its head up to the sky. She would return. She would return as soon as she had healed and sent her message to the other corax but she knew it would be too late. Messages, healing, they took valuable seconds and she didn’t have those moments spare. But she wasn’t going to die out of honour.
“I’m sorry,” it croaked.
And then it faded from sight into the velvet blue sky
On Christmas Eve, a small posse from the Devon and Cornwall area tried for a strike.
They've tried to attack Tolly before with little succcess.
This time, however, there was no Jamie. There was Tolly, his mother, his sister, a Child of Gaia, and a rather innocuous looking female corax who happened to be in the area.
This is herview of events
Blood dripping from tattered wings, the great deformed form of a bird-man hauled itself up into the air, tearing free from the clutching claws below. Its chest was working itself like bellows, sucking air into tortured lungs.
“Higher, higher, higher,” the bird repeated to itself. Only willpower was keeping it upright at that moment, and it knew that had it not healed itself through the force of rage alone, it would be dead by now.
It stared down at the scene below in dismay. Juliet Oakley lay in a huddled heap on the ground, blood seeping from the slash across her throat. The bird knew she would die soon, and also knew that she had no capability of getting back down there to help.
Tolly was standing in the yard, hands aflame. He was Undying, he had said. He could come back from death, and the bird had a feeling that that would be needed tonight. This was a battle already lost. Five werewolves, twisted and reeking of the wyrm, were winning. Their claws were wet where they had wrenched out Tolly’s innards, and one of them was kneeling by Juliet, inhaling her last breaths.
The bird-thing hung in the air for a moment.
Corax do not die nobly, and that was what would happen if she went back down. Someone had to get this news out. Someone had to get the news out quick.
The bird-thing tilted its head up to the sky. She would return. She would return as soon as she had healed and sent her message to the other corax but she knew it would be too late. Messages, healing, they took valuable seconds and she didn’t have those moments spare. But she wasn’t going to die out of honour.
“I’m sorry,” it croaked.
And then it faded from sight into the velvet blue sky
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Date: 2007-01-02 06:13 pm (UTC)*grins*
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Date: 2007-01-02 11:39 pm (UTC)Ah well, one and one rage healed.
I'll do better in the rematch.