KIADA
this is your sport,
but she's not playing a game
Her flight is thrown off by her shoulder that still trickles blood, the shift reopening cauterized wounds and stains her white feathers red. She dives, fights through the pain, and watches with wild scarlet eyes as she aims for one of her closest friends. And Amalia shifts too, her leopard form leaping into the air in the aim of snatching and spiraling, but they both miss wide, and Kiada leaves a small trail of blood along the stone floor as she opens her wings to swoop up. “What do you think I’m doing?” She shouts down the bond toward Amalia, frustration and restraint tunneled down in her voice.
A feeling of anger, of pride, of feeling like a gods chosen. Of wishing to be worthy. Of wishing to win. She believes she needs this more than anything else.
She soars again and aims to come from behind Amalia, aiming to barrel once more into her, no talons no beaks, just to spar and brawl, restraining herself despite the screams within her begging for blood.
Kiada tries again to barrel into Amalia!
A feeling of anger, of pride, of feeling like a gods chosen. Of wishing to be worthy. Of wishing to win. She believes she needs this more than anything else.
She soars again and aims to come from behind Amalia, aiming to barrel once more into her, no talons no beaks, just to spar and brawl, restraining herself despite the screams within her begging for blood.
Kiada tries again to barrel into Amalia!
do not think you are safe
because you love her
do not think she will not stain her mouth
red with your blood too
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
