Despair's Wings - Weakness Seekers
Following a several-hour-long fight in a soul-scape...
Sleep had hit the psychic hard when it finally swept over her. Deanna had pushed her powers hard in the fight, even with all the support allies could throw out to each other, or perhaps even more so because of it. She'd be out for a while so her energy could recharge...
.......
Until something else stirred the fringes of her sleep-quieted mind. She was too far out to really register anything more than that... even her subconscious barely noticed that familiar pairing...
Pain. Claws digging in, dragging across Deanna's hazy mindscape. Another gentler presence pulled on her mind, trying to wake her. Then it ripped her from that unconscious state. Her focus sharpened faster than normal from such a sudden awakening as Hawthorn steadied her. She blinked once and gritted her teeth before settling her focus fully into her mindscape. She was under attack.
Normally there should have only been a blank, dome-walled room with a second glowing dome in the center when Deanna's defenses were active. Little else was usually there to take note of.
This time a pure white fire surrounded her faint surface defenses. Inhumanly large claw marks raked across the outside of the room, a dark, reddish haze floating off of each. Something moved beyond the fire, fast and with a hazy form of lavender psychic energy and dark red magic from Mot's essence. The hostile formed large claws of that dual-energy that scraped the outer walls and occasionally lashed at the barrier. Hawthorn's magic kept Mot's power at bay... but the psychic guiding it sometimes got through and scraped the glass-like, red and silver barrier of Deanna's power.
The glassy barrier flickered faintly as Deanna's voice rang out from behind it. -What do you want?!-
Finally, the one attacking her slowed and settled into a solid form, Hawthorn's fire shifting to let Deanna see out. A worn combat suit of faded reddish pink and dark gray was worn under newer Talon gear. Lightweight shoulder plates and a leather guard covering her lower torso, with a belt that trailed a thin cape almost to the ground behind her. The sharpened toe plate of her boots tinked softly with each step she dared closer to the barrier that'd burn her if she touched it. The wrapping on her hands left her fingers exposed for freedom of movement in finer spellwork. Black feathered wings hung from her back, the trailing edge of flight feathers colored a dark reddish pink. A worn hood hid her face in most lighting but Deanna knew who's face lay underneath.
Hers, and if not for the wings... it'd be too easy to mistake one for the other.
Reticent Feather, the Talon mirror, paused just outside of Hawthorn's current reach. Her voice held a faintly songlike note to it but the edge in her tone was unmistakable, and Mot's voice echoed through the space as well. -YOU knoW THat anSWer alReaDY.-
Deanna winced and took a step back from her own defenses. -... You want to kill me.-
Reticent tilted her head slightly, Mot fell quiet but something else spoke through the Talon with too many voices. -That'd be a waste of your power.-
Reticent spread her wings and took a step back, a single flap getting her in the air before she twisted and flew through the outer wall. Hawthorn's barrier 'pulsed' through the space, the red haze on the marks left from Reticent's attack was purified. The psychic damage, however, would need to heal on its own.
Deanna sighed.
Things just can't get easier for us, can they? Just one thing after another...
Sleep had hit the psychic hard when it finally swept over her. Deanna had pushed her powers hard in the fight, even with all the support allies could throw out to each other, or perhaps even more so because of it. She'd be out for a while so her energy could recharge...
.......
Until something else stirred the fringes of her sleep-quieted mind. She was too far out to really register anything more than that... even her subconscious barely noticed that familiar pairing...
Pain. Claws digging in, dragging across Deanna's hazy mindscape. Another gentler presence pulled on her mind, trying to wake her. Then it ripped her from that unconscious state. Her focus sharpened faster than normal from such a sudden awakening as Hawthorn steadied her. She blinked once and gritted her teeth before settling her focus fully into her mindscape. She was under attack.
Normally there should have only been a blank, dome-walled room with a second glowing dome in the center when Deanna's defenses were active. Little else was usually there to take note of.
This time a pure white fire surrounded her faint surface defenses. Inhumanly large claw marks raked across the outside of the room, a dark, reddish haze floating off of each. Something moved beyond the fire, fast and with a hazy form of lavender psychic energy and dark red magic from Mot's essence. The hostile formed large claws of that dual-energy that scraped the outer walls and occasionally lashed at the barrier. Hawthorn's magic kept Mot's power at bay... but the psychic guiding it sometimes got through and scraped the glass-like, red and silver barrier of Deanna's power.
The glassy barrier flickered faintly as Deanna's voice rang out from behind it. -What do you want?!-
Finally, the one attacking her slowed and settled into a solid form, Hawthorn's fire shifting to let Deanna see out. A worn combat suit of faded reddish pink and dark gray was worn under newer Talon gear. Lightweight shoulder plates and a leather guard covering her lower torso, with a belt that trailed a thin cape almost to the ground behind her. The sharpened toe plate of her boots tinked softly with each step she dared closer to the barrier that'd burn her if she touched it. The wrapping on her hands left her fingers exposed for freedom of movement in finer spellwork. Black feathered wings hung from her back, the trailing edge of flight feathers colored a dark reddish pink. A worn hood hid her face in most lighting but Deanna knew who's face lay underneath.
Hers, and if not for the wings... it'd be too easy to mistake one for the other.
Reticent Feather, the Talon mirror, paused just outside of Hawthorn's current reach. Her voice held a faintly songlike note to it but the edge in her tone was unmistakable, and Mot's voice echoed through the space as well. -YOU knoW THat anSWer alReaDY.-
Deanna winced and took a step back from her own defenses. -... You want to kill me.-
Reticent tilted her head slightly, Mot fell quiet but something else spoke through the Talon with too many voices. -That'd be a waste of your power.-
Reticent spread her wings and took a step back, a single flap getting her in the air before she twisted and flew through the outer wall. Hawthorn's barrier 'pulsed' through the space, the red haze on the marks left from Reticent's attack was purified. The psychic damage, however, would need to heal on its own.
Deanna sighed.
Things just can't get easier for us, can they? Just one thing after another...
Characters: Silent Eyes <SC-B2>, Reticent Feather <SC-B2>
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