Bellona
To win the war, but flee the battle, is one of the Gods' greatest sins.

The shadowed woods are eerily quiet for such a beautiful day. Sun glints off the surface of the water, obscuring the reflections of the two winged beasts facing off across the basin. Both appear to of some genetic experiment; the vixen shows off a striking resemblance to a peacock, and the stag not only has wings, but antlers as well. The pair are truly a sight to behold, and the red pool next to them only adds to their magnificence.

The winged fae is uncertain as to why she has chosen this stallion as an opponent -- be it convenience or her overwhelming need to partake in battle -- but it is far too late to back out now. Her mind has already conjured up the memories to aid her in this conquest. War is not a foreign concept to the chieftess, and the peahen starts to dance as her heart rate quickens. The instincts that take over when a threat is near sink in, and every fibre of the hybrid's being is screaming, fight!

Tossing her sapphire crown in a challenge, her eyes wild and her feathers erect, the hybrid prepares to strike. She thrusts her wings back as her body plunges forwards, aiming to gain momentum as she charges across the moss-infested ground to meet the stallion. The bird relies on her legs to close the gap between them; she wants to keep her wings free to act as weapons if they meet. Although her movements are swift there is no doubt that the barred stag has had enough time to move. Be it to rise up and meet her or to jump to the side, the maiden is prepared to follow through with her assault.

She lifts her front half off of the ground as she nears the spot where the stallion had once been, aiming to drive her right knee into his broad chest if he has not changed his position. Her amber orbs reflect the light of the flame that envelopes his flying instruments, but she is not fazed by the threat they pose. All of her attention is focused on the task of locking her legs with his; there is no time to worry about singeing her precious feathers.

The momentum from her gallop propels the vixen forwards, ultimately causing her rouge breast to ram into the brute's throat if he has not reacted to her advance yet. If she has been successful in wrapping her legs around his right pillar, she attempts an extra measure in ensuring that he does not escape her clutches, utilizing the powerful appendages that hang at her sides.

Muscular green shoulders move effortlessly to thrust her wings towards the dun, catching the sun's glare as they do so. The beautiful members of her body shine with metallic radiance as they try their luck at beating against his horned head. The colorful bird expects to feel some pain that the jarring of bone against bone will cause, but she deems the harm to herself necessary. Sacrifices would have to be made if she were to leave the battlefield victorious today.

Rose colored primary feathers obscure the mare's view of the gnarled fir and bloody basin, but she is indifferent to the change of scenery. Her mind is somewhere far away from here right now; it is only her body that acts and reacts to the chaos that has enveloped the forest.

Delicate green audits take in the sound of churning wings, but her intellect filters the noise until it becomes the roar of a river.

Chocolate hooves beat against the damp ground, but her imagination replaces the mossy earth with a lush bank.

Pale orange eyes lock onto her opponent, but it is not a golden warrior that she sees before her: it is man with his cruel spear. Man that has spilled her people's blood into the river. Man that has left her to die as the last of her kind. But it is man that will feel her fury. And she will enjoy it.

"Talk talk talk."

This is an out of character training spar between Bellona and Gaucho. Aud has granted me permission to assume that Gaucho has agreed to this spar, and that he is preparing for Bellona's attack.

WC: 676 || Attack 1/4
Restrictions: Magic and Companions are allowed.
Time Limit: As Aud is currently away on a camping trip and I am studying for my exams, no time limit will be implemented.
Setting: By the red pool in the Deep Forest. The climate is humid, the ground slightly damp and covered in moss, and a light breeze rolls across the basin every so often. The sun is directly above the water, causing light to reflect off the surface.