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[JUDGED] feathers line my pillowcase; [Illynx v. Parelia]

Illynx the GildedBlade Posts: 413
Hidden Account atk: 7.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 3
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 13 HP: 67.5 | Buff: ENDURE
Kyst :: Common Griffon :: Zapping Jab Bunnie
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illynx,
A storm was coming, and it’s thunderous display was mirrored in the savage smile that marked her lips. A storm meant flight was out of the list of options normally available to the winged beings of the land when it came to avoiding her kin, the wind and lightning too much of a risk to airborne fools for them to remain out of the large clearing she now waited in.

The flowers were withering under autumn’s touch, but the ice queen was happily at home in the slanted drizzle, the fine misting of water pushed askew by the devilish wind that ripped with yawning screams through the tall grasses that had yet to be devoured in the cooler seasons. Plastered down her neck and shoulders, her mane is a black ink stain on her shadowy figure, occasionally lit up by the flashes of blue light that spewed from the overhead clouds.

She’d picked the location at the center of the Y-shaped bend of the river that emptied into the south, her rump currently aligned within the V point of the imaginary letter, letting the water rush across her while watching for her newest target with narrowed eyes. She saw a dove come to the surface of the earth in the distance, water shimmering around her winged bodice as the rain hit her pale flesh, and a wolfish call is shouted to the clouds above as Illynx charges forward to face the challenge.

Whether the poor woman knew she was coming or not – it didn’t really matter, now did it?

The assault was generic and painfully simple, the unicorn saddened by her lack of cleverness in opening this particular scuffle but finding no particularly wonderful side options available to her. Her still sore ribs (from a battle with Deimos that had been meant to be peaceable) groan as she bolts across the damp grass, even more adamant as she angles herself to hopefully slam her chest or right shoulder into the body of the winged mare. She has little time to size her up, but the footing is wet and Illynx has trained long and hard to build her muscles for such impacts - even if the feathered nuisance doesn't hit the ground right away, she'll surely realize that something has certainly met with her body.

She could get more creative later. For now, at least, she held the element of surprise, and she sure hoped that her choice this afternoon would scream with fear before she finished her senseless and hateful barrage.

She lets her frustrations with her life vent themselves on the unsuspecting arrival to the water-logged meadow, and her smile tells all one needs to know of the satisfaction that fills her with every golden hoof-fall.

[ 1/3 : 468 words;
Traditional “Training” Spar
Setting: Thistle Meadow, mid-afternoon, light rain, lightning, and heavy winds. Illynx is standing in the delta of the river that flows through the center of the Meadow, facing out into the open.
Went ahead and got the movement rolling for expedience! :3 Illynx charges forward (hind-end to the bend of the water behind her) to attempt to slam into Parelia as she comes into the meadow. ]

@[Parelia]
intending to burn - pretending to fight it
everyone learns faster on fire

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Table By Neo
Magic/assault allowed to be used on Illynx at any time, in so far as it does not kill or seriously maim her without my permission. 


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feathers line my pillowcase; [Illynx v. Parelia] - by Illynx - 12-10-2013, 03:13 PM

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