The fury that burned in her shoulder and neck paled to the anger in her soul. With the memories that had been ripped out from underneath the freshly pink scars and the physical pain of battle, the silver fae had tipped completely over the edge. Bright, burning crimson fire flowed from the cut on her shoulder and the teeth wounds in her neck. With her entire body aching Arah knew she could not take much more of this, desperation for the fight to end was setting in quickly but not without her revenge first. With her limbs shaking from effort and her terrible wounds bleeding, the doe took a deep breath as her body screamed that it would not be able to preform another assault. The screams she would ignore.

As she sailed down in a burning red rage, her eyes focused on her target, her beautiful face painted in a twisted snarl. Saffron dodges her deadly onslaught, however the agility of the tiger is not able to assist Saffron in escaping Arah's assault completely. The sound of her hooves connecting with the tiger's flesh is sickeningly pleasing to her ears. Bloody hooves smashing into the tiger's stripped right shoulder causes the beast to whine before the leg cripples underneath her. The shock waves rolled up her legs and caress her body, enough to awaken her sense of mortally. She needed to calm herself, she needed to think. Hooves landing firmly into the mud, Arah pants, the air burning on it's way in and out.

The face pale princess had enough of this fight, yet it had also awakened the realisation that there came a point in everyone's life where they would have to choose their path, would they simply linger in existence or fight for a better life? At some point you would have to choose and frankly, Arah was sick of lingering. She now chose to fight.

In that moment, covered in mud, blood and in an immense amount of pain, Arah was reborn.

Seconds past, Saffron backs up a few steps but Arah does not believe for a second that the tiger is finished fighting even if the doe is. Suddenly the stripped beast stops and swings back, her huge paw abruptly sailing through the air towards Arah's face. Golden orbs widen in shock, panic setting into her bones freezing her in place for a split second before she springs into action. With a snarl she backs up a single step before picking up her two front legs and swinging her body around to the right, allowing Saffron's paw to sail past her face, claws missing her nose by an inch. The motion is agony, as if her entire body is protesting it's willingness to move another muscle. The air is brittle that blasts past her dome in the wake of the attack, tears begin to cut streaks down her cheeks, clearing away minuscule amounts of mud.

For only a single moment, things slow as Arah watches Saffron, golden eyes flashing with the fading anger. Her bloodied and battered hooves hit the ground, splattering mud up onto her legs and belly. It was over.
No more.
Please. No more.

Crowned dome dips, her pale face splattered with mud and blood, unwilling to turn her eyes upon her opponent who had witnessed her raw and thawing wounds. Wynter lands beside her mistress and starts watching, with rapt fascination, her bonded's leaking eyes. The shock and pain pulled a quiet noise from the doe's throat, a soft cry leaves her lips and her eyes close.

The relief fills her to the brim as she opens her eyes to watch Saffron finally back away taking a few steps. Bleeding, aching and in desperate need of a healer, Arah also backs away. The fae princess watches the tiger before speaking in an exhausted voice. "And you." Dipping her head in respect Arah has one last request. "Please, what you saw..." Her voice falters for a moment as she fights back the raw memory. "don't speak of it." With a final nod and a gentle smile, Arah turns and walks away into the distance.

Destiny is calling her.

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