Alina

“Can you quit grinning!”

It could be debated if the young dove was an intelligent mare or not (probably the latter), but even if her behavior towards the buttermilk stallion seemed downright stupid, from Alina’s perspective it wasn’t really that unwise. Since she had severely misinterpreted the buttermilk stallion she was so convinced that he was behaving the way he did because no one had ever shown him kindness and care. If she hadn’t jumped to all those conclusions maybe she would have been speared the grave consequences, but as it was she just wanted to make the “misunderstood” stallion feel better.

She didn’t pull away from the Ricochet, even as he said “fuck”, she only angled her ears back because she didn’t like swears; it reminded her too much of her mother. Her dam had not been very careful with her words, but luckily the dove hadn’t picked up on it.

She leaned closer to the Incendiary… “FUCK OFF!” Blam!

The young mare was so chocked that the pain didn’t quite reach her senses at first. She leaned away and shut her emerald eyes, ears flat against her white scull. However she was quick to open her eyes again and they widened as she watched the sparks burn the stallion’s black legs. Her nostrils flared pink and she did not fully comprehending that she too was being burned - badly. The hair and skin on her chest, belly and the inside of all her four legs had melted within less than a second and the searing hot ground had her hooves sizzling and smoking.

Before Alina knew it she was on the ground with the full weight of Ricochet on her pale body. His stone hard feet slashed and trampled her and she could do nothing to defend herself. She was however enough clear in her head to protect her wings by tightly pressing them to her sides. If she had them sprawling over the ground and the stallion crushed a bone she would have no chance to flee - her wings were her only hope in this moment.

The dove’s fresh burns were pressed and dragged against the uneven ground while she twisted and turned to try and get all her legs underneath her slender body. Slowly the pain entered her mind and she started screaming. It was high pitched, but not as shrill as the time she saw the sea monster. It was more of a feminine roar of pain erupting from her throat and pressed out through both her mouth and her nostrils. She had never in her life felt this much pain and she feared she would faint and be beaten to death by the buckskin.

However, before her brain could give in to the excruciating pain she called upon the full strength of every little muscle in her body (and they weren’t many), and with another scream she pushed herself off the ground; raising both her fore- and hindquarters simultaneously. In a cloud of clay and ash she unfurled her big wings with all her might and with any luck the hard bone of her appendages would hit the stallion’s sensitive muzzle or maybe slap him across his scarred cheek. She felt her burnt skin crackle as she stretched the limits of her ligaments and red trickles started running down her chest and the inside of her thighs.

With the help of her, now grayish, wings Alina forced her forequarters off the ground. She beat the air around her, sending hot gusts past her body and hopefully dust into the Incendiary’s teal eyes. She kicked her front legs like her life depended on it, and as a matter of fact is probably did. And with every beat of her wings and every kick droplets of blood flew from her cracked skin - painting the ground beneath her.

Tears were starting to gather in her eyes and with yet another roar of pain she pushed against the ground with her hind hooves. She forced the hot air downwards and with every powerful beat she slowly lifted from the hot clay. Alina took to kicking her hind legs as well as her front legs figuring that four tan hooves kicking towards the stallion was better than only two. But with the burning pain of her cracked skin and every scratch and sore spot Ricochet’s hooves had given her she wasn’t able to climb as fast as she wanted. But she knew she had to get away right there and then - if she fell to the ground once more she would be completely at the mercy of the hornless unicorn (which she thought he was).

[ooc; She is about a meter off the ground. This is so dun I want to post at least one more round! She can't escape too easily! :D]

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