| Deceased |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.3 hh :: 15 Years Buff: DANCE |
| Tamme |
From the dawn of time, to the end of days I will have to run, awayI want to feel the pain, and the bitter taste Of the blood on my lips, again
Paladin's aim was true and his method was perfect, and yet she somehow managed to lunge forward and completely foil his attack. How was this? His crimson eyes filled with violence, and anger filled his heart. What sorcery was she using? Not a single one of his opponents before her had come out unscathed from such a well planned, multi-faceted attack, so she must have been inside his very mind. Nothing else made sense. The stallion wanted to murder her for the violation upon his conscience. His mind was the single most private place, full of his dark history and his secrets. Terrible, dark secrets that continued to plague him with shame and guilt and this bitch raped that safety.
The black dun stallion had hoped to conduct this battle with as little darkness as possible, but her actions drove him to a different place within his soul. No longer was the good natured stallion leading his actions, but the raging, wicked creature who had been molded since birth by the cruelty of his sire. He wanted her to feel pain for taking advantage of his head, to suffer. The setting sun cast the sky in a deep red, the clouds were crying blood - a perfect background for his anger.
Now their bodies were parallel, his teeth at her hindquarters. A sharp turn of his head told him that her ivories were aiming for his haunches, and the stifle would be the most vulnerable joint. Angrily, the stallion kicked upward with his hind legs violently, avoiding most of her bite to his stifle as well as her front leg in a single defensive move. The brunt force of her teeth was no longer concentrated on the joint, but rather scraped downward along his leg. A bruise would form beneath his skin, and hair was certainly missing from that stripe of flesh; but, the wound not hinder his mobility.
She had to maintain her closeness to attack him, so he used that to his advantage. Just as his hind legs hit the ground again, he lifted his mass onto them and pivoted toward her. He used his curled forelegs to protect his underside while he arched his neck over and bared his pale teeth. With speed, he darted downward, keen on making his fangs intimate with the thin flesh all along her spine. If she moved forward, his teeth could land on her important, fleshy hindquarters; if she moved backward, her withers; if she moved away, her left side; if she moved close, her right side. Possibly.
Paladin was aware of the fact that he could not see every aspect of the battle from her point of view, so he decided to give her the taste of how angry he was over the rape she committed against his mind. With a yell of rage through his lungs, the black dun stallion's crimson eyes flashed with cruelty and injury. He pulled together all of the darkness that resided within his soul, and focused on the life's blood of Gossamer. Then, he began to use this power to heat the liquid within her viens, the very fuel to her body. He would make it boil within her body, and he knew from fighting Boudicca so long ago just how painful that could be.
[OOC: (word count: 557)|(2/4) - Paladin bucks to avoid her attack, but her teeth scrape along his hind leg. He rears up and pivots toward her to dive down and aims to bite along her spine. Then, he uses his blood boiling magic against her]
ABOVE ALL ELSE, EQUALITY
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