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Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light. The sliver doe knew her opponent would not flee for safety, but neither would she. Arah let his words bounce off her skin, the vicious mutterings of the mad did not concern her at all. Her heart raged for two daughters, and the harm that had come to them. She would not bend. She would not break. She had to admit to herself, however, that this size, weight and the combination of a magical companion was quite impressive, and rather intimidating. The dark stallion wasn't too graceful in his movements, but he was easy to predict. This is where Arah's height and speed would become handy, and her rather elegant movements make her defensive thoughts more difficult to predict. Finally this fight was about to kick off, when her guard suddenly leapt into action, Arah was prepared. Forward he charged, coming towards her left hand side, full of rage and battle fury. Arah was just as pumped. There was no way, this idiot would march on top of her, that was not how this was going to be. The stallion's hind legs raise, aligned with her ribs, the doe is forced to act. In a hasty attempt to protect her breakable bones, she leaps forward (she had to protect her ribs, her heart...her soul). With ears pinned to her crown, the mare screamed her pain as the stallion's hooves pounded into her fleshy rump. Her entire left hand side explodes in pain, but it is without an ounce of fear— as Arah looks up at the dragon swooping down, a smirk crosses her face. It's scream alerts her to the impending attack. Attempting to maintain her composure, the sliver doe for a moment, ignores the large stallion. Out of her peripheral vision, she see's his hooves descending onto her left hand side a second time. Diving, the dragon's claws make a direct course for her eyes. Trapped between the stallion and the dragon, Arah tucks her head into her chest. Once again, pain radiates throughout her rear as the stallion's hooves meet her flesh. Animalistically, she screams in pain and in battle fury. Ducking her head under the dragon's claws, she feels it's talons bite into her flesh. Their final landing point is luckily above her eyes and they just miss her ears. Still the attack is vicious enough that blood is soon trickling down to her white checks. The sound of breath being drawn, the doe does not have to look up to know that fire is coming. Turning her head to the right, and withdrawing her head once again into her chest, the burst of dragon flame hits the end of her muzzle. The hairs singe away, flesh burns in the fiery breath of the companion. Nothing but a moan escapes, her throat is raw from the previous screams that ripped through her. Now, however, she is ready to return the pain. Golden eyes shoot up, too look upon and within the dragon's eyes; within her soul, Arah calls upon her magic. Her hindquarters ache, face stings...burns, but her concentration is true. As soon as she summons her abilities, it sparks to life inside her. So you like you lizard burring things? Lets see how you like it. Savagely her lips peel back, as she sends her magic over the dragon, her golden eyes locked onto it's flying from. Attempting to wedge yourself into someone else's brain is no easy task, the lizard's brain was no different. It was vexing, yet she forced and shoved as hard as she could. 'Burn your master, set his mane alight.' A straight and clear command. She is not finished in her relation however. Their bodies remained in a close proximity, she would return the favour of pain. True, her aching hind was causing her be slower than what she would have liked but she would work through it...work with the pain. In fact the psychical pain reminded her of what she fought for. Her girls. The brute's body was behind, an open target. Springing into action Arah whipped her neck and upper body around to the left, still partly focusing on sending her controlling magic over the lizard. Twisting around in the snow, the doe had agility to aid her in the attack. Now all she focused on was the guard's rear right thigh, she planned to stab her antlers into his leg. The barbs would catch and rip the skin, the antlers would pierce and inflict serious pain...she hoped. Her antlers got closer as her neck stretched out, she tucked her head into her chest and took aim. " " Words :: 772 [800 max] Post :: [1 | 4] Edit because a part of my coding messed up. |
And I ain't afraid to die, I’m afraid of going to hell.
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