shield for a heart,
and a sword for a tongue
Well, it ended quickly. Perhaps it wasn’t so much the fact she didn’t even stand a chance that bruised her pride, as much as it was how. The Fae comes out with guns blazing, so to speak, and the Harpy hardly has a chance, barely stood a chance. She supposes it makes sense, the one to have captured her and throw her into a Pit should be the guardian after all. And she comes to terms with it when the magic hits her and she tries to defend with the shield. But it does nothing, nothing in comparison as the magic hits her and her clothes fall away, revealing pale scarred skin from head to toe, and she goes flying.
She abandons everything, staff and shield in her hands the minute the wind hits her hard in the stomach. And as she careens through the air toward the rocky wall, she tries to get as little damage as possible, shifting from scarred, wounded and bleeding, pale flesh to feathers as she hits the wall hard on her arm and hits the ground.
She isn’t bitter about the loss, but about the clothes and her scars. And she makes a silent vow as her head swims and she tries to catch her breath, to train more and do better. To win. But she was inexperienced and had made it so far, and she comes to terms with it slowly as the stars stop spinning in her mind. She tries to stand, legs wobbling and shaking, wings trembling, and she looks for Delah with scarlet eyes while her shoulder begins to pour blood again. The hit had jarred her just enough to reopen the wound. “Guardian.” She acknowledges Delah despite the pain and breathlessness she feels, she tries to send a feeling of acknowledgement of the power the woman has, swallowing the bitterness and the fire within her gut that she’s sure will be purple by tonight.
And she attempts to pick herself up while the crowd above cheers for their Greatwood Guardian. At least Kiada had tried, made it the furthest than the other Hollowed Grounds citizens. And for that she has a bit of pride, wounded or not.
She abandons everything, staff and shield in her hands the minute the wind hits her hard in the stomach. And as she careens through the air toward the rocky wall, she tries to get as little damage as possible, shifting from scarred, wounded and bleeding, pale flesh to feathers as she hits the wall hard on her arm and hits the ground.
She isn’t bitter about the loss, but about the clothes and her scars. And she makes a silent vow as her head swims and she tries to catch her breath, to train more and do better. To win. But she was inexperienced and had made it so far, and she comes to terms with it slowly as the stars stop spinning in her mind. She tries to stand, legs wobbling and shaking, wings trembling, and she looks for Delah with scarlet eyes while her shoulder begins to pour blood again. The hit had jarred her just enough to reopen the wound. “Guardian.” She acknowledges Delah despite the pain and breathlessness she feels, she tries to send a feeling of acknowledgement of the power the woman has, swallowing the bitterness and the fire within her gut that she’s sure will be purple by tonight.
And she attempts to pick herself up while the crowd above cheers for their Greatwood Guardian. At least Kiada had tried, made it the furthest than the other Hollowed Grounds citizens. And for that she has a bit of pride, wounded or not.
KIADA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
