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Cut your tongue from your head [Sialia Challenge]

Aviya Posts: 59
Deceased atk: 5.5 | def: 9 | dam: 5
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3 :: 4 HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE
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The doctor's daughter would no longer tolerate this woman lashing her tongue. Aviya had never been wrong to offer her child death, for death was the more acceptable defeat than living with the blood of the traitor king running through your veins. The meeting had feigned and Aviya was left standing in the middle of the Basin valley. Her tail lashed angrily behind her, slapping against her pale hocks. Her snapped, glass horn swept across the valley as she eyed the caves around her. "Sialia! Show yourself, you cowardice bitch!" the princess' words were full of venom as she spit them across the land, her voice ringing out loud and steady. The smokey black mare's muscles were tightened, her cloven toes spread and her legs square. She looked truly powerful and frightful as the wind picked up her frosted mane and tail and danced with the soft tendrils. In her body screamed her father, the woman a spitting image of the blood bay in his anger and pride. In her eyes screamed her mother, a woman who never accepted disrespect from anyone--especially those under her. Aviya was a beautiful mix of the poisoner and the nurse, and today she would prove that forever. In the back of her mind, Aviya knew Momma Kou was smiling down on her a sick, sadistic smile of the utmost pride and encouragement.

In the wilds, before the God of the Spark had gifted them with this home, after the Goddess of the Moon had ripped their old home away from them, Kou had taught Aviya how to survive in the harshest of climates, and how to kill ruthlessly before she reached her first year. The cough that racked her body as a youngling had made her strong, and Aviya would continue to prove this strength for the duration of her life. Just seasons ago the princess had traveled north, followed the darkness, and killed wraiths with her own cloven hooves. She had no guide, no partner, no companion, and she had killed the creatures of darkness without anyone. Today, Aviya would put the cerulean and black bitch in her place and forever silence her disrespectful tongue. Aviya was the true princess of the Aurora Basin, her parent's loyalty and prestige unmatched by all who attempt. Even the Lords and Ladies' offspring could not match Aviya's bloodline of purity and strength. They had all gone, disappeared from this frozen land without a whisper. But here she stood, seething with anger for being treated in such a manner that resembled the hornless and the winged, ready to demolish her assailant.

The ground beneath her cloven hooves was hard and compact, the warmth of the springs beneath the ground keeping the ice at bay. The tundra grasses that the woman had grown accustomed to were thick and spongy, but gave way when stepped on. This was the perfect battlefield, even as the wind began to pick up and howl in the valley. The sun did not dip over the horizon, but it dipped behind the tall mountains that protected the Basin. The sky above was painted with blood red, pink, orange, and faint blues, but in the valley below the light was dimmer. Long shadows stretched from the forms of the unicorns--and filthy mixed bloods--that ranged and moved about their home. Aviya's clear blue eyes continued to scan the valley, waiting to see the form of the bitch and her bastard filly step from darkness into their downfall. Who would stand by to watch this battle today? Would her father stand on the sidelines with proud eyes, a smirk lighting his darkly handsome features? Would Deimos stand near the Nightshade and note her prowess? Would Ulrik, the handsome engineer, forget his sorrow for a moment and be painted with an impressed glance in her direction? Would Varath crawl from the darkness he was dwelling in to watch her take what she deserved? The thoughts lit Aviya's mind, and the woman swayed some, turning her body to talk in a small circle before snorting into the later afternoon air.





[Sialia Challenge | For: Dominance | PC: 0/4 | WC: 681 | Good luck, Nessie. @[Sialia] | Surroundings: In the middle of the Basin, between the lake and the hot springs. The ground is solid, without snow or ice, but covered in the thick, spongy tundra grasses. It is late afternoon, with the sun behind the mountains to darken the area a bit and cause long shadows to be cast.]

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Cut your tongue from your head [Sialia Challenge] - by Aviya - 11-27-2014, 12:36 PM

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