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05-12-2014, 11:19 PM
Lakota
The Poisoner A tournament for the coveted position of Captain of the World's Edge... Lakota had suspected Ktulu would enter the competition, long before her mate had decided on making it official. The cherry mare was well known to the sapphire mistress, her inner workings and desires bare to her where so many others found only brick walls and vague answers. It was in Ktulu's nature to lead, to command, and her prowess in battle only aided her in those efforts. It was something that had drawn Lakota to her in the very beginning, and something that still enticed her to this day. They were a pair of blades, the two of them, a sharp edge that sliced and nicked at the slightest pressure. And yet they were perfect complements, a pair fit back together upon meeting one another. So when the morning came for the tournament to be held, Lakota rose with her beloved, murmuring soft phrases of support into her ears before reluctantly letting her go to stride out across the battlefield like a dangerous panther with half-sheathed claws. From her mound above them, the Poisoner watched, muscles tensed and jaw locked. The battle began all at once, a clash of four that exploded with magic and the pounding of bodies against the earth. Instinct demanded she rush to her Constrictor's side, to fight side by side with her as they always had in times before, to protect her. But she could not. Refused to ruin this moment for Ktulu, this perfect chance to redeem herself for the invasion they'd been forced into. Lakota knew her demons, her fears, the guilt that clawed at her in the darkest hours. Those were foes she could not protect her from, offering only heartbroken condolences as she watched her suffer. These were opponents she could battle, and the desire too strained her muscles, the power required to hold back nearly too much. But she reigned herself in, bit down on her desires and watched the battle rage on. Seeing Archibald astride her mate had her breathing a sigh of relief; if there was one soul she trusted more to replace herself at Ktulu's side in battle, it would be Archibald. The stallion had grown on her, softened her heart until he had his own little niche, and the trust she had in him nearly rivaled that of Ktulu. Aodaun growled softly where he stood, claws digging into the earth as they bore witness to the dangerous dance not far from where they stood. He, too, felt the strong desire to rush into the fray. Unable to shake the static energy in her blood, Lakota rose up on her hind legs and thrashed the air, voice exploding into the air in primal support of her mate and good friend. Hooves danced as they touched down once more, eyes wild with violet fire as she screamed down into the fray, "KICK THEIR ASSES, BABY!" Well, she'd never claimed to be one for subtlety. ------- Edge Captain Tournament viewing thread! :D All are welcome, feel free to post! |
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