Concentration and precision are meticulous in the crafting of the spies mind, retaliation and thoughts of the possible turning conks and gears within her core. The Lady had written maps of her Queen within her minds eye, and yet calculations and ideals were letdown with the bitter taste of defeat as no resistance met her sword. For her Queen had found a loophole in her clever design, and danced through it as smooth as precipitation on the back of a avian's feathers. Back curved and hindquarters lifted, hooves kicking up damp, dark Earth as they went, raising high above her lowered dome. And then, as her neck made it's way upwards, she felt flesh rip and rusty blood splash upon her tongue, vibrancy in hue that tinted her alabaster maw rosy, vermilion tinges against ivories.
A confusing mix of excitement and guilt flash through her veins, for has she not just injured her Queen? Lady Death? But the idea that she has caused blood to clot and bruises to form later on this eve sends a chill of bliss and thrill along her spine, the faintest of shivers along her frame.

It is the distraction of her mind that causes her to miss the woman's retaliation, daggers disguised as hooves slamming into her withers on her port side, even as she passes her Queen. Bruises will form later, and her withers shall ache with the force of the blows, brilliant shades of blue and indigo and vermilion, and she finds the idea fascinating, intriguing as to how they shall flower, blooms and petals to stain her obsidian apparel. Punishment and reprisal must be taken in return for her injuries, and the adrenaline that flows within her blood causes her to be on edge, agitated, for she does not want a replay of the fight with the Fox. The thud of hooves upon muddied Earth draws her attention, neck whipping around to gaze upon her Queen, violent, heated indigo clashing with vicious cerulean.
Golden maw zipped forward as the head of a poisonous snake, ivories gleam, and in a sudden wrench and flurry of hooves the Lady has turned to place her more fleshy hindquarters towards the Queen's dome. Pain and agony joined as one, flesh and muscle sunk into by harsh teeth. She feels the thin flesh of her bloodline shred underneath the ferocity in which they are placed, wine dribble down her clammy flesh as her rump takes most of the damage, an automatic yank of hooves upwards in a kick towards her Queen's face as nerves spasm beneath bloodied hide. Stop, stop, stop, they scream, and in return to their pain, she reacts. Lyrics reach harks, dull and distant in the blood that roars in her mind.
"As you wish, my Queen."

Looping once more, her hooves splash in gathered water, dirtied and damp, and she gathers herself into a fast-paced trot, there is too little room between them to break out into a canter. Neck extended, snake-like, her maw reaches towards her Queens nasal bone. Incisors readied, seeking to scrape along cheeks and thin skin, followed up by her dome curving as sword seeks withers. As she moves forth, quickening the dance, she passes a hoof out towards her Queen's hind left. Is it not rude to attempt to trip up your dance partner? The Lady would prefer not to answer that question, doll.
A pivot around to her Queen's right side, her chest raising, followed by long pillars as hooves seek to slam into loins and back, dig deep, and result in blood and carnage.

It takes two to tango.
And she happens to be very, very good at fast-paced dancing.


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:: Circuta, distracted, takes damage unto her left shoulder from the blows Eris inflicted upon her. As Eris lands upon solid ground once more, Circuta whips her head around at the same time as she. Seeing where Eris was headed, frantic, she turns her hindquarters towards her, and takes damage upon her lower rump instead. Reacting to the pain by nerves, she kicks outward with her hind legs, aiming to kick Eris in the face, in a defensive move to drive her away. Circling around, she quickens into a trot, aiming to bite along her nasal bone, then curving her neck down once more to attempt a slash into her withers. As she passes by her left side, she places a hoof near Eris' hind left one, attempting to trip her up if she moves. Pivoting around to Eris' right side, she draws herself upward in a rear, trying to slam both hooves down into her loins and back.


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