SEREN
For every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable
In every lost soul, the bones of a miracle
In every lost soul, the bones of a miracle
Seren's wolves were fragile when it came to withstanding blows. The first one, smacked by a wing, dissolved into shimmering stardust and was gone. The second one was pushed back, and landed on its feet in a silent snarl.
By that time, Seren was almost upon Amalia, but before she could launch herself forward the woman summoned a shield. The sight of it made the young woman hesitate, wary of touching it with her bare hands. Who knew what such a thing might do? Nothing, everything - she did not have a weapon to try against it either, to her great chagrin.
So she changed tactics. Recalling the summoned critter, she let the wolf disappear, and quickly summoned something else instead. Birds, this time. Five of them, beautiful gleaming starlings made of stardust and light. They chirped and darted back and forth, aimless for a moment until Seren directed them towards Amalia. They would swoop in towards her face and head, to attempt circumventing the solid protection of the shield in favor of breaking her stance.
When Seren thought she saw an opening, she sprung forth again, reaching once more with an extended hand in an attempt at tagging Amalia's shoulder. It was proving far more difficult than she had anticipated... and the respect she felt for this slender, wan looking woman only grew.
By that time, Seren was almost upon Amalia, but before she could launch herself forward the woman summoned a shield. The sight of it made the young woman hesitate, wary of touching it with her bare hands. Who knew what such a thing might do? Nothing, everything - she did not have a weapon to try against it either, to her great chagrin.
So she changed tactics. Recalling the summoned critter, she let the wolf disappear, and quickly summoned something else instead. Birds, this time. Five of them, beautiful gleaming starlings made of stardust and light. They chirped and darted back and forth, aimless for a moment until Seren directed them towards Amalia. They would swoop in towards her face and head, to attempt circumventing the solid protection of the shield in favor of breaking her stance.
When Seren thought she saw an opening, she sprung forth again, reaching once more with an extended hand in an attempt at tagging Amalia's shoulder. It was proving far more difficult than she had anticipated... and the respect she felt for this slender, wan looking woman only grew.
In every dreamer a dream - we're unstoppable
with something to believe in
with something to believe in
