Not a single smile crossed Arah's chops, instead a snarl twisted her normally elegant feautres, while a taunting glare danced with the magic in her eyes. Anger burned bright and furiously, her nostrils flared with every heavily pained breath the doe dragged in. Saffron could not escape the grasping tendrils of the fae's gaze. Now the corners of her mouth curve up in a wicked snarl. Her right shoulder felt as if Saffron had left her talons buried deep within her flesh, the blood flowed freely this sight lead a black rage to swirl around her body.

Magic always burnt her out; Arah knew this yet she still held on to the tiger's gaze, enchanting, alluring, endearing and captivating. The calm before the storm settled over both as the magic sealed it's impervious grip over her foe's mind. A gentle and tranquil cold wind sweeps across her body, offering a soothing sting for her crippled shoulder as it drys the tear tracks along her cheeks.

There is no pity for her opponent, in the heat of battle emotional decisions clouded judgments and effected one's over all performance. Magic poured through her orbs into the other's eyes, the unbroken connection forming a solid bridge. Saffron shifts her weight back and forth, unconsciously uncomfortable with another controlling her mind but the doe is relentless in her attack. Saffron's tail begins twitching idly, under the control of the doe she has become defenceless. Wynter swoops down, keen eyes locked upon her target as she dives, going in for the kill. Darkness grips to Wynter's talons as they sink into Saffron's flesh, through the bond Arah feels the sudden rush of power. The griffin's clutch is iron, draining the light from her opponent.

The web that locks their gazes together wobbles, shaking as the tiny weaker outer strands begin to snap. Suddenly the entire web gave way, crumbling as if it were a collapsing bridge giving way to the murky waters below. Exhaustion plagued her mind and body, no warning was sent through her crippled body as suddenly Saffron launched at Arah causing Wynter takes flight.

At Saffron's sudden launch, Arah snarls in both fear and aggression - a dangerous mix. Time seemed to slow as Saffron began her assault, her eyes focused on Arah's throat. Instinct slams into her body but it is mostly too late to back away from the attack. Fiercely Arah yanks her tired and aching body into motion, the tears in her shoulder stretch and pull, causing absolutely agonising pain. Hooves frantically begin to back-pedal, they slip in the mud; her desperation to escape the oncoming assault affects her ability to get away cleanly.

Gigantic paws hold onto her, too late she realises that they are not where her attention should have been focussed. Leaning back did little to prevent the razor sharp teeth sinking into her ivory coat, her throat is delicate and fleshy. Terror washes over her at the ease at which the tiger tears into her, thankfully the bite is not life threatening deep, the doe does not have time to realise this though. The hallucinogens have entered her system and taken over her mind.

The doe watches in horror as The Regime slinks out from between the trees snarling, her babes tremble behind her. "NO!" Her screams pierce the air, entire body trembling as Arwen and Asch walk away from her, entranced by the lies the skulled bitch spins at them. "Come back here! No! DON'T MOVE." The babes can't hear her cries, walking away, leaving Arah trapped underneath the tiger's teeth. "ARWEN! ASCH!" Tears blaze trails down her cheeks. Finally she begins to plead. "TAKE ME....LEAVE THEM ALONE! TAKE ME!" She fights the grip of the tiger, trying to break away, she must save her children. She must not fail them again. Yet they are gone, only her jeering smile can be seen through the trees. "Please...they are the only ones I have to love."
The old wounds and memories are spilt wide open, the valley of pain and regret spilled over as finally the pale doe fights the hallucinogens leaving her system. After all this time her pain had just been festering sores on her soul.

With her neck now opened along with her shoulder the doe's retaliation would be weak. This time Arah looked down upon the tiger with pure hatred for cracking open the sandstone that covered her wounds. Saffron was still directly in front of her, only a slight distance separated them from her previous struggles. Planting her back pale hooves solidly in the mud Arah raised her front hooves and pointed them directly at Saffron's heart. Hovering only a second, she launched, hoping to crush the enemy beneath her blood splattered hooves.

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