Diplomacy: Cervidaen - Price of Loyalty Worldbuilding IV · 7:01am Oct 6th, 2014
Twelfth Sister ducked under the figment of the creature’s antlers, and brought a hoof up into its smoky jaw. As it recoiled from the sheer unnatural strength of the blow, its antlers ignited in darkness, waving in the Prench air like the shadow of fire. The magic was on the thestral before she could even think, slamming her backward and carving a trench in the forest soil with her back.
“What is your deal? Ninth, where in Tartarus are you?”