apparently MORTALS had no sense of preserving their own life. there were things that seemed to be more important than to ensure one's heart remained beating in their chest; such as guarding some ... space? a space which wren was unwelcome, or so it seemed since several of the male variety of these mortals had small objects in their hands pointed at her. they looked blocky, RIDICULOUS, and useless -- and their little WEAPONS didn't look that great either.
they shouted things at her in unison, loud and confusing and annoying. one of them reached out for her, and she grabbed at his metallic plaything with a grip like iron, shoving it off to the side. suddenly it made a noise, loud and UNFORGIVING, and she felt it reverberate through her hand and head. a violent flare of red orbs overtook her and she appeared meters away, startled and holding her hands on either side of her head; her ears were RINGING with that awful sound.
suddenly she sensed magic, smelled a WITCH'S blood. for a split second she almost acted upon it, but found herself plugging her ears and curling up behind some crates as a CHORUS of that loud banging sound suddenly erupted. as soon as it started, however, it was gone. she was born of pain and fright, and such things ANGERED her now. the ichor born child stepped out from her hiding place, ready to attack, but stopped when she saw the witch. she blinked, head TILTING; her makers never showed her a witch like THIS.
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