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With her mind finally fixed, her thoughts no longer warring against one another and fighting for recognition, Essetia became more focused. The tastes of iron settling harshly upon the tongue made her froth and buzz with excitement- a clear indicator of her youth and brash tendencies. From the stallion’s neck, hair and flesh and the beginnings of new blood stirred up an unbridled thirst for more. His own heavy breath –a sign of her effect on him- ignited an inner fire, one that made the mare squeal upon finding purchase once more on his outstretched right, front leg. Burning success flared behind eyes of white heat and though he’d attempted to break words with her, Essetia refused him the honor. They were yet too deep, too invested, in the fury of battle to acknowledge compromise or understanding. As an inexperienced fighter, Essetia was soon dizzy and crazed by her accomplishments and perhaps ignorantly so. Pent up frustration toward her cowardly father, her weak mother, and her confusing life had forced her hand. She was no longer of sense or tact but instead a creature acting out of delirium and powerful emotion.
Nightfall's colorless cloak kept the mare from studying any one thing for long. Her eyes often glimpsed the shadows that fell over new grasses from a coupling of nearby trees, but only in short spurts. The contrast between the quiet serenity of the surrounding land and her own frenzied fight was baffling to her. Just beyond, the waterfall continued in its own monotony of sound and yet Essetia was forced to bend to the will of magic and power. How strange it was to deliberate such things in the midst of physical clashing and mental exertion.
With enough space between them, Essetia took a moment to glance back over her shoulder uncertain of the stallion’s next move. In that brief moment she noticed two things, one being that his injuries appeared to hinder his movement and the second that he had come to pause a few strides behind her at her left. In her attempt to move forward and away from him, Essetia had only opened herself up for further attack. She had known coming into the fight that the painted male possessed magic, but now she feared said enchanted strength. Though her pace had slowed, the mare still sought to put a fair wealth of distance between them but was jolted forward when the earth began to quake beneath her.
The trembling was subtle at first but upon a singular wave, powerful enough to fell a small boulder from its perch, the mare was thrown to the right. Her legs jarred mid-step and it took too many precious moments to regain her balance. Pain rolled through her stomach and neck and caused her to wince, to push a quivering breath from between tight lips. However, it was not the last of the paint’s attempts to unsettle her. Upon shaky legs, Essetia stepped forward once more but stopped altogether when a dusty storm dredged up around her. She tried to close her eyes against the tempest but it only rendered her open, defenseless.
A searing cry forced its way from her lungs when the stallion’s teeth found their way to her injured barrel. They opened new wounds on damaged flesh and the agony alone was disabling enough for the mare to still and falter in response. The mare could hardly see, her eyes still fighting the waves of dust wrapped around her; it was an endless tornado of mass confusion.
With the stallion within close vicinity at Essetia’s left side, the mare gathered herself for one final attack, one final attempt to even the score. However, with her vision strained by the clouds of dust settling around them both, Essetia had to rely on her instincts alone. She had to push through the pain rocking through her and roll her weight onto her shoulders. The movement alone freed yet another soft scream of distress from the young fighter and she was forced to pause in her assault. It infuriated her that he was able to weaken her, break her resolve and her body so suddenly. But this was it, the moment of truth.
Essetia again pushed through the damage upon her flesh like teeth through a rock before grinding and popping into position. This attack was crucial because it was the only way she could use her bulk and her power at their peak, combined. Once again she rolled her weight into her shoulders and took blind aim, hoping for the feel of soft skin upon both back hooves. She had gathered what was left of her energy to buck out at the stallion’s right frontal region should he still be close enough to strike after biting her stomach.
Word Count: 800
Attack: 3/3
Summary: Essetia moved forward (as seen in the last post) and to the left, slightly ahead of Midas. She was jarred by his earthquake and then blinded by his dust storm and took his bite to her left side (stomach). She then used the opportunity to buck at his right frontal region while he was in close vicinity of her hind end.
OOC: Oh wow. I really hope this made a little sense. I tried to get the directions back on course. I don’t know. >.> Let me know if you don’t understand something Angel. I’m sure… there will be something. xD | |
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[JUDGED] Nightlight (Essetia)
