#blucina for life

[lord-dusk]

 What happens when two parallel heroines meet? If you think this will escalate in a bloodbath.....THINK AGAIN! >:D

 The dead fallen leaves on the forest floor scrunched and crumbled under my talons as I made my way across the woods. I was doing nothing particularly special; walking around was good exercise. Sometimes the trek would yield  small animal from the undergrowth, and I would immediately chase after it and have a pick-me-up. Other than that, there seems to be no one in these swathes of trees but me, a lone raptor walking all by herself.

 It would have been nice to have some one else(or three) to stroll with. While I didn’t mind being by myself, there was a certain part of me that longed for company, someone to talk to, someone to hunt with, someone to have mock fights with. True, there were other creatures I have cohabited with, but I didn’t necessarily hung out with them. They were either too busy, too contemptible, or I simply had no business whatsoever with them. Still, to have another sentient animal walking alongside me would make the trek so much worthwhile.

 And as if seemingly out of black magic, it was as if my wish would be granted.

 I perked my head to the side and back, sensing someone not too far from me. What could it be, I wonder? A rodent? A goat? Pakki? A few seconds of silence have passed before I decided to bark. 

No response.

A minute of dead silence have passed before I barked again.

Still no response.

This is odd. I could have sworn something was following me, but I couldn’t quite see them, let alone smell them. What kind of creature was it? Ryukami prey it better not be some Indo-something abomination again; my life was never quite the same after dueling with those mangled-teeth mofos that have tried to kill Papa multiple times.

I’ve waited another minute of eerie silence before I turned head and kept on rolling. I still kept my state of awareness however.

And it was a very good thing that I did.

 I barely made two or three steps further before the attack lunged at me from behind. I barely missed the strike and swiftly spun around to face the opponent that I now face: a very tall and very uptight woman. Normally when I see a female of Papa’s species, I would almost have paid them no mind but that women wasn’t normal.

 She was nearly the same height and build as me, and a deep blue all over. Her “wings” were the color of spilt blood beneath and on her belt carried a very long yellow sword that looked like a...well, an eiselt’s caecilian. I never encountered anyone in my life use a sword, but something tells me that if that blade pierces my flesh, it’s all over. I then assessed her eyes. I can tell right on the spot she is evaluating me as I was with her. Both her eyes are just as blue as her body, though examining them even further, her right pupil was a sky-blue raindrop-

“You’ve seen too much!” the blue woman shrieked. “And thus, crawl back to the ice-age!” She drew her eiselt’s caecilian out of her helm and leaped towards me. Her movements were swift, but raptors are even swifter. 

 The woman did manage an attack....on the unfortunate microorganisms and the leaf litter on the soil. I jumped to the side just in the nick of time before leaping again to her flanks and plunging my right talon into her stomach. If you readers love torn attire, keep on reading. The blue female howled like a certain black wolf-raptor as my talon ripped across her abdomen, her blue shirt becoming a dark crimson as it shredded alongside her flesh. Great mosasaurus, the smell of blood is so appetizing...!

However,  I was careless. I was just about to draw my talon out her gash wound when the sword stabbed me in the belly. The pain was simply unbearable. Imagine being set on fire and being wrung at your neck simultaneously. Even then, you would still be way off. I screamed with all the agony my vocal cords had to offer before I collapsed on top of the now unconscious woman. I couldn’t remember anything after that as I too fell into blackness.

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When I opened my weary eyes, I noticed that me and the swordswoman were in a creamy white room, each of us on fluffy white beds. Both of us had bloodied bandages on our bellies, and as much I wanted to get up, it felt very unbearably painful so I simply stayed put.

“Oh no no nonononononono! Please don’t move!” A very tiny red-and-white girl in Japanese attire ran up to me, planting her miniature hands on me. “You two weren’t very smart to fight out in the woods alone like that! By the time Frederick carried you into this room you barely had any blood left in your systems and your bodies were cold! So please, for the love of all the Great Dragons in all of existence, don’t kill each other ever again!” By now the girl was on her knees, palms in her face, crying an indefinite torrent of anguish on the floor. I had a powerful urge to nudge the poor child in comfort but she was right. To die in the woods only meant being a buffet for scavengers, and what we did was beyond foolish. There was nothing I could do to reverse the same both the girl and I felt. I supposed I could go back to sleep-

“Hey! I’m not done with you yet! I’ll break your jaws-AAUGH!”

 What a lively she-male. The blue woman was like a decapitated snake; still fighting even in a helpless situation. Similarily, I desired to gorge upon her sausages and franks from her belly but, what can I do?

“L-Lucina! Moving abruptly will pop those stitches like a pustule! Besides, fighting that blue dragon over there again will end you for good! Think of your father Lucina...! Think of your father!” The sobbing red girl had run over to the woman, begging for peace treaty between us.

The woman seemed to ease up. She took a deep breath, and sighed. “You’re right, Sakura.” She rubbed her temples as though to clear her cerebellum. “If I died, Father would break down and evolve into a dragon himself. And here, I wanted to prevent another tragedy....”

 Looking at the girl now, I can tell from the shine of her eyes that, while we aren’t exactly friends, we weren’t hostile to each other anymore. Now that I think about it, she kind of bears a very strong resemblance towards me....

Looking at at me herself, Lucina(as the red girl Sakura called her) smiled softly and said, “You know, when I first saw you, I thought you were an executive member of the Grimleal but now, you look like a dragon version of me. In fact, I’d dare say we’re very much parallel to one another!”

 After that, Lucina told me all sorts of things. Her father. Her siblings. Her home. Her hobbies. Her battles. Sometimes I would tell her stories of my own too. It was all in good fun. For the first time in a while, it was pleasurable to have someone to hang out with, especially if that someone was your splitting image.

[karnalesbian]

my current arena core plus Roy for this week's bonus hero

[lord-dusk]

JURASSIC WORLD AND FIRE EMBLEM

BLUCINA AND MOSARIN(MOSASAURUS x CORRIN) FOR LIFE