Old roots, a new leaf.

A twisted visage, a creature most foul, wearing the skin of one who once was her prized best friend. Her thoughts converged, so did her feelings, and while at first she was terrorized by the fiend that stood on those grey shores, her fear was turned into a wave of blazing anger. How dare you, She thought, You are not worthy of that voice, you are not worthy of those eyes, how dare you corrupt them. Not a second had passed since his words left the creature's mouth when she began to retaliate. The mare jumped forward, twisting her body mid-air and using her psionics to empty the contents of her pouch. She had no time for a drawn-out fight with whatever this creature was, for she did not intend to learn whatever else it was capable of doing other than rudely mimicking someone from her distant past. All of her power was to be allocated in a single powerful spell. All of the spell ingredients that had spilled from her pouch burnt to nothingness in purple flames, and as she landed merely a few feet away from the monster, several glyphs and symbols in High Khalani flared out from her left foreleg, temporarily scarring it with their marks. With a powerful push, she threw herself off the ground in a backflip, landing exactly where she had begun her attack. Except now, one of her limbs was no longer usable. Her left foreleg buckled under her weight but she did not fall, remaining in place as her blue blood sipped into the damp grey sand. The jagged bone she had launched at tremendous speed from her very self was stuck deep within the chest of the creature, and it was only then that she had realized her mistake. Not only had she missed her mark, striking the being's lung rather than its heart, but the thing she had just nearly killed was, in fact, her old friend. No longer did it resemble a mockery of him as it stumbled a few feet back and fell upon the ground, white clothes quickly staining with his blue blood around the puncture wound. He was just like she had last seen him, over a hundred years ago... She was stunned. He should've died by then, no one with energy bleeding lives for longer than thirty years, and he was born with that disease! And yet there he was, collapsed on the floor and in a fit of heavy coughs, wheezing for air. What have I done? The mare limped forth to kneel down by her fallen friend, ignoring several thoughts and alerts of danger that flashed in her mind. With shallow but slowing breaths, the blue eyes with their tainted green twirl focused upon her and a pained half-smile crossed his otherwise blank Velgraviran face. "Good Khas, Mel... I always knew you and Milla had very violent hugs... This is beyond what I expected."