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Nightfall had drawn her from rest with her mind too active and too tumultuous to sleep. The land itself seemed to reverberate with a power that she could not name and even Romul seemed to sense her unease as he whimpered anxiously at her shoulder. The past seemed to haunt her and keep her from pleasant dreams. No matter her attempts to evade the pain and remembrance, her father’s face always found a way to paint itself into her thoughts.
With Romul in tow, the mare set off into the thawing landscape in search of answers. Moonlight fell over the thicket like a guiding light or a beacon of reason that remained as unassuming as her intentions. However, as her companion often did, Romul broke through Essetia’s quiet thoughts despite the silence that had turned them cold. “Someone ahead…” he whispered softly. Pausing momentarily, the two debated whether or not to intervene in the stranger’s affairs. Essetia was unaware that the unnamed subject was in fact the stallion that had delivered her a message some weeks ago… But against her better judgment, she approached vainly.
However the creature she discovered was not an earthly one, at least not in her eyes. He was a ghost that existed both between the living and the dead. His power was evident as it coursed through both bone and flesh before seemingly surging outward. The mare’s brown flecked eyes could not grace him without feeling the apparent pain that rocked the soil at his hooves. There was a moment in which she thought to run but stayed… it was an understanding that superficially bloomed between them, an acknowledgement of equality. “Find release my friend,” she murmured quietly.
She’d seen those eyes before, endured his pain, and felt his loss within her own heart… it was riddled within the illusory sorrow that sculpted his regal face. “Go Romul,” she urged. The wolf whined in protest, perhaps as an indication that his companion planned to face something much larger than her heart could handle. But the mare was persistent in her pleading and the canine finally relented before moving away reluctantly into the shadow of night.
Essetia had never faced another in such a physical manner and her nerves caused her legs to tremble as she approached the painted stallion with caution. There was a shining light that bore down upon her understanding and it was that this ethereal being was not just some town crier. He was something more, something she had yet to put a name to. However, that was the least of her worries as she came to a slow and anxious stop. Face to face with the stallion, a fear raced through her virgin heart. “Don’t fear who you are,” Romul soothed from the tree line.
Essetia was always willing to sacrifice for others but the darkness there was frightful.
With the constant rushing of a nearby waterfall to her right, Essetia ambled closer to the stud leaving about six tree lengths between them. The clearing stretched out wide beyond them and all around; she had thought to meet him directly in its heart. Gathering the power she would need to commit to such a bold act of forgiveness and punishment, Essetia used her haunches to launch herself at the painted stallion in a slow, powerful trot. The distance between them was quickly closed if only because Essetia had wanted to take a more direct approach. Though her ascent was slow, it mimicked the raw tactics of her ancestors. Her eyes never left those of molten gold as she closed in while simultaneously shifting power back into her hips.
With her back legs splayed in order to support the weight of her upper body lifting from the ground, Essetia rose into a half rear while bringing both front legs up with her. Her immediate goal was to bring both hooves down upon either side of the stallion’s chest in order to tear precious flesh. However, such a brash attack would leave her open for a counter attack, one that she assumed herself prepared for.
With hooves seeking the hardness of the thawing ground below, the mare could only hope to land somewhat safely to the right and toward the rushing of the ominous waterfall. However, thoughts and images plagued her mind as she coursed through the movements, her body still numb and lax. Romul’s fearful voice echoed through her mind pleadingly and then reassuringly as Essetia sifted through herself and her emotions.
Everything was black and unfeeling. She didn’t know who the mysterious stud was nor did she understand his plight, other than what she found in those lonely eyes. Her emotions were falling down around her, collapsing into a thick river of unknowing.
Who are you?
OOC | Word Count: 800/800
Attack: Approaches Midas head-on at a slow trot before rearing up face-to-face with hooves aiming to strike his frontal chest region. Hopes to land off to the right of him near the waterfall.
Comments: I am by no means up to par concerning spars so if something is unclear just add it to your OOC comments. I took the privilege of placing things so the waterfall would be to Midas' left and the rest of the clearing/tree line/ whatever is over there is to his right and Essetia's left. Anyways, good luck! (Although, I think we know where this is heading >.>) But the practice is great!
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[JUDGED] Nightlight (Essetia)
