Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-28358106-20171124020039

(S9/Lil) Tirush's deep, rhythmic purr is interrupted as Lilrava speaks. She opens one eye just a bit.

"...Mmm? Mmm...what...perhaps it---"

She is interrupted by a deafening howl. A whining, moaning gale whips about them, shaking the tree as if it were terrified. Lesser branches snap around them, and it is all Tirush can do to hold on as she looks up in complete shock.

"---What?!---"

Her words are drowned in the seb-zero air. Frost grows on her feet and tail, creeping up like a disease. Hailstones and sleet, icy clubs and blades, batter her back and wings incessantly. Inside her velvety cocoon, it sounds to Lilrava as if a thousand vengeful ghosts were howling, pelting fist-sized stones on her mother.

Tirush's face, already white with frost around its edges, appears briefly above Lilrava in a little space between her wings. She shouts, but even so Lilrava can barely understand her.

"Hold tight to me, little raven! Do not let go!"

Below, branches are being coated with ice, heavier by the second, bowing and creaking as they buckle and shatter under the weight. Ice grows from the ground in twisting, reaching spikes.

Clutching Lilrava to her, Tirush leaps to the ground, her bulk shattering even the ice as she plows through the frozen branches. The maelstrom whips around her, almost completely blinding her. She hears them before she sees them.

"Hehehe, It's working!..."

"...still gotta pee..."

"...too close, now!..."

The sound of the chatter from the Opalines sends her into a teeth-gritting rage. She takes a deep breath...

There is a high-pitched, shattering sound.

Inside the wing cocoon, Lilrava sees a DE ice spike pierce the wing wall a centimeter from her face, through the membrane and deep into Tirush's chest.

Tirush gives a surprised roar and staggers back, stumbling, but still clutching Lilrava tight. The magic ice pierced her right through, effectively pinning her wings to her body and trapping Lilrava inside.

"You did it, Cirelle! You did it!" Opaline says.

"Of course I did. You think I'd let a stupid fire eater best us a second time?" Cirelle speaks with a look of smug satisfaction as she floats in the air, concentrating on holding the blizzard with one hand and summoning a second ice spike with her other.

"Girls, like, CHAAAAAARGE!!" Opaline gives the command. All around, the hundreds of her self-soldiers close in on their prey.