Trouble is as a trouble does, when it's on a troubled mind
Reasons come and reasons will go when the blind are followin' the blind
Unlike her mother Otem did not try to hide the victorious smile that pulled her lips apart, nor to dampen the cry of pure joy that left her lips as her hooves connected with the hard flesh and bone of Magnus' head. Further still from the steadfast Isopia was the way the blissful sound leaving Otem's lips turn into a peel of pain. Teeth or claws, she couldn't quite tell which, opened up a river of what felt like fire just above her hoof, revealing the snow-white bone beneath her skin to the hot air of Scorch. The blow sent Otem's lanky body reeling through the air like a fish through water, and as the Magnus' whirring teeth snapped upon her mane (where only moments ago her neck was), she said a silent prayer to the Rift. Her bloody hoof was apparently the price of living a bit longer.
Clamping her lips down on her continued scream of pain, Otem pulled her limbs upwards and beat her wings unsteadily to put as much distance between herself and the beast below. She could see him now, and unless she was going to use her sprite-magic again, there was no reason to remain where he could so easily strike out at her.
"What, is that all?" Her voice was full of false confidence that began to turn real as a plan formed in her mind.
Although she had no container within which to bottle once of her hallucinogenic potions, perhaps she didn't need one...
Closing her eyes, Otem focused. She couldn't control what the hallucinogenic liquid would do, but maybe she'd get lucky. A purpleish liquid appeared suspended next to the flying woman-girl, who unsteadily tried to position herself above the Magnus. "OPEN UP." She called, shaking her bloodied hoof to encourage the newly-clotting skin to bleed down onto the creature. As the droplets began to fall, hopefully enticing the creature to ingest them, Otem allowed the magic liquid to fall down too.
Green Labyrinth
