we are just bodies of the faithful stacked dozens by the roadside
Curled over her children, she is a far more dangerous presence than the dragon could ever hope to be, and as Sah’s attack fails she snarls. The weapons belt on Flora’s hip is unmistakable. She remembers a floral-scented letter, ecstatic words overflowing like shimmering iridescent bubbles, a tale of a visit to a shrine…
Ru slips her hand into the weapons satchel, and lifts onto her knees just enough to take aim, eyes glinting with a rage that chokes out the grief, the loss. Anger that has sustained her for so many years. Anger that has bridged the gap between the deaths and losses of so many children, lovers, partners, friends. Anger that has twined with a stubborn, mulish survival instinct - one that twists even further now, tethering her to this life only by virtue of her last surviving child beneath her. She lets the feather fly, unaware of its recall but uncaring at the moment. Wanting only to pierce the soft spot behind the elbow on the beast that threatens the tattered remains of her family.
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Hotaru takes one of Flora’s daggers and throws it at the soft spot behind the dragon’s front leg.
Type: Grey | Style: Offensive | Level: Mastered
Deadly Plumage | Three iridescent feathers capable of being used as projectiles. Razor sharp, they will recall themselves to the user's palm at will up to a range of 30ft.
Ru slips her hand into the weapons satchel, and lifts onto her knees just enough to take aim, eyes glinting with a rage that chokes out the grief, the loss. Anger that has sustained her for so many years. Anger that has bridged the gap between the deaths and losses of so many children, lovers, partners, friends. Anger that has twined with a stubborn, mulish survival instinct - one that twists even further now, tethering her to this life only by virtue of her last surviving child beneath her. She lets the feather fly, unaware of its recall but uncaring at the moment. Wanting only to pierce the soft spot behind the elbow on the beast that threatens the tattered remains of her family.
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Hotaru takes one of Flora’s daggers and throws it at the soft spot behind the dragon’s front leg.
Type: Grey | Style: Offensive | Level: Mastered
Deadly Plumage | Three iridescent feathers capable of being used as projectiles. Razor sharp, they will recall themselves to the user's palm at will up to a range of 30ft.
HOTARU
