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03-25-2014, 05:16 PM
Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light. Her side aches from the pounding of his hooves and her once elegant head still itches from the dragon's deadly talons. In the past, the Impersonator had faced and fought with death. Now his training was coming alive again. Their dance is deadly, but it is hard to tell who is more wicked in the heat of battle. It had been a good while since she had a decent fight. The pain they caused had been a long forgotten memory, it was quickly being refreshed in her mind however. The mind falls, it nearly always does. The tables turn...topple in her favour, the realisation hits now. If she can control the dragon's corrupt and cruel thoughts, then her guard suddenly had a lot more to fear. Checkmate. The doe is not alone in this fight. The lizard turns on her master, beautiful in its treacherous flight, and the mouth opens, her breath is drawn in. Burn him. The final command, a beautiful whisper of upmost control. Before the dragon can turn the stallion into a pile of ash, the master kicks the dog. The thick and stupid skull of the stallion slams sharply to it's left side, causing the dragon to sprawl out of the way. Death by fire is avoided by a mere hair. Cold, colder than the devil that will hunt the nightmares of her children, her golden eyes flash in the darkness. Frustration quickly turns to satisfaction, it is coursing through her ivory body as she charges towards him and her horns connect with the target. Pain, it is all she can think of, for a moment it consumes her. So the doe pushes hard with her antlers, the crown grandmother blessed her with proving useful. Retreat is unavoidable, her golden eyes look upon the blood decorating his side as she tears herself away. Subtly, the doe grins at the pain he must be feeling. The snow had turned to a lethal mush under her hooves, it is slippery and dangerous. A fight begins against the surface and her hooves, balance was crucial to winning this fight. The stallion is in action again, moving away and taking aim. The doe acts indifferent as her body pauses to watch him and waits for him to make his move. Sailing a short distance away and clearly favouring his torn side, the abductor of little girls digs his deadly and huge hooves into the thick snow, and as he manages to remain balanced Arah smirks. Powerfully he charges into a battle fury as he takes aim for her right side. Forward he flies, his powerful legs propelling him with what appeared to be ease through the snow. Come into my castle, you'll never see the traps. With the power of a bull, his onslaught accelerates towards her. Speed and bulk make his charge deadly, fear pounds through the veins of The Basin's Impersonator. Clearly his attack is aimed for her middle; while Arah does not know what he hopes to achieve, she knows it will hurt. Arah could never hope to match the momentum that his weight gave him, but she was agile. Perhaps the best way to win this fight was to turn his own advantage against him once again. Quickly Arah spins around to face the nightmare head on, her golden eyes lock onto his form. She will stand tall. She will not fall. Keeping her gaze trained on him became difficult when suddenly the dragon was back. Panic fills her, she thought the lizard would have been out of the count for this attack. Never-mind, she could simply turn the dog against master again. The dragon draws breath, quickly! Sparking to life her magic fills her, staring over to the dragon the process begins again. 'Stop! I don't like your master's eyes....take the eyes out from his skull.' The flame stops at least, hopefully an attack will follow. Turning back to the stallion, he is closer then ever. This was also going to hurt the doe in the process, but it would be worth it if she was able to stab his rotten heart. After all, this is what antlers are naturally made for; stopping another's charge. Kicking away the snow and mud, Arah finally finds rocks underneath the slippery surface. Digging her hooves into the ground, nerves and nausea fill her. It was too late to turn back now though. Five...four...three...two...one. Arah grits her teeth and locks her legs, a solid stance as the guard flies towards her. Bending her neck and aiming her antlers, the doe waits from him to spear himself onto her deadly barbs. " " Words :: 777 [800 max] Post :: [2 | 4] |
And I ain't afraid to die, I’m afraid of going to hell.
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