shed every skin that doesn't fit even if they call you cold-blooded
unhinge your jaw —
Screams and ice and bodies flying, mud spraying, it reminds her of the Rift – reminds her of the horrors of Helovia when it fell, and her eyes seek out Deimos – body moving and mind racing, heart thundering and beating beneath her chest at a frantic, rapid pace. She takes a step forward, ready to spring into action – only…Only, she doesn’t, not as the mud continues to fly, not as a rock or stick or something blasts into her from the side, rocketing her along the ground. She cries out, unable to anticipate what has happened, unable to shift and avoid the incoming attack. At first, she feels searing, terrible pain, teeth grit as a sob leaves her – a terrible whine hissing through her teeth. The air has been knocked out of her lungs, and when she finally manages to gasp for breath, to reach, to try and stand, she can’t.
Her leg is on fire any fraction of movement, burning and blurring her senses. Pain, terror, and anger seething through her as she pants enough to try and lift her head, to look to her leg and see what damage has been done. Does she even have a leg left?
Yes. Barely.
Her calf is sticking straight out from the side of her leg, twisted and warped in all sorts of terrible ways, and she hisses terribly against that too. She can hear distantly her mother’s voice across the crowd as she grits her teeth, another sob leaving her. For the first time, in a long time, she wants to cry out for her mother. Weak, pathetic, sad, pained. She instead reaches across that attuned bond to any out there, calling for the closest thing she has to a father. Deimos...! A pathetic whine followed by terrible pain, a bruised body, filled with anger too – anger at being broken, useless, stupid.
feel free to ignore her! Deimos is gonna come scoop her up!
— go for the throat
KIADA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
