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02-21-2015, 03:09 AM
The girl’s actions were clumsy, as her foreleg dragged a shallow trench in the sand, still partially numb from its clash with the static snake. It forced her to use muscles differently, to strain as she urged swift movement from it, to grow ever more anxious as the idea of fighting fought with her desire to not hurt anyone, to appear harmless and small and not like a dragon. But she was a dragon, and as she embraced this fact she felt that anxiety within her turn to resolve, and ultimately, she accepted her fate. The queen within her would roar triumphant this day, as the dragon-girl became less of a girl and wholly and completely a dragon.
Wings flapped their dander-ful feathers in her face, the dust of the black mare's movements causing the dragon's path to deviate and soften. The salty crimson liquid was not felt upon her tongue but instead the sandy, gritty texture of dirty fur and skin. Annoyance didn't flicker through the young dragon's mind, but rather relief - though she was slowly embracing her vicious side, she wasn't quite there yet - she still did not want to hurt Ampere to the point of disability or death (but then, she wondered, when was the fight ever going to end, if all she did was tickle and taunt?)
The two echoes of very real dragons above her thought differently, and their lustful natures coursed through her, feeling the queen rise within her and clinging to it. This is how you will finish the fight, they said to her, this is how you will win. But Amaris did not want to win, she did not want to be responsible for hurting another- even if that other is hurting you? The thought was a bold one, a loud one, sent by the more tenacious red spirit she had called upon today. It was against this thought that her ears did flatten tighter against her poll, before the girl felt a flaring pain on her right cheekbone.
The flutter of wings and sands had obscured much of the pegasus' motions, and as such, the teeth that scraped against the bony protrusion of her facial crest caught the girl almost entirely off-guard. Outrage surged within her, though it was not originally from her - the dragon above could not contain their fury, as they dove. No fire! the golden one pleaded, and while the blue obeyed, the red was far less willing to listen. The scrape upon her cheek stung, the skin having been peeled back by tooth and friction, stopping at the abrupt blaze of scales that ran down the centre of her visage. Her eyes watered from the pain, and as such, she could not see her draconic friends anymore, and was relying entirely upon feeling their motions and intentions.
As the red dove and circled to try and put herself behind the dark mare, the blue winked out of existence. Just as Ampere's forelegs came crashing towards her own forelegs, Amaris lifted them, aiming to push herself forward and into the other mare so that the fire that was to come did not burn her. Her left foreleg seemed to gain its normal feeling back just in time for her to feel the scratching scrape of another blow from the mare, as fore-hoof struck cannon bone and ran its length. But Amaris' mind was too focussed on other things, too scared and afraid at what was about to unfold.
As the red's maw opened to release a river of flame aimed at the dark mare's haunches, Amaris pushed herself forward, ducking slightly to her right so as to aim the bulk of her chest into the shorter mare's shoulder and barrel, unwittingly attempting and attack that could leave the other mare in the dustpan that was their home. "LOOK OUT!" she shouted even as Ampere voiced her next instructions, her own voice full of worry and panic as she flared her leathery wings wide in attempts to absorb the worst of the flames on them. It was far batter for her dragon-scaled hide to simply grow warm from the flame's touch than for her Gladiator and mentor to become a roast chicken. Her right wing felt some of the flames, but that meant nothing should she fail to prevent her master from being scorched.
The red's hold upon her was tight; it took immense concentration for Amaris to cut ties with it, to send it back to its other dimension. Even among my own kind, monsters exist, she thought tiredly, pulling away from the mare with a wincing step, wondering if she was about to be berated for losing control, or perhaps calling and arranging a funeral for a mentor she had accidentally cooked.
[ 798 words according to MS word.
3/3 attack
0/1 defence
@[Ampere] ]
Wings flapped their dander-ful feathers in her face, the dust of the black mare's movements causing the dragon's path to deviate and soften. The salty crimson liquid was not felt upon her tongue but instead the sandy, gritty texture of dirty fur and skin. Annoyance didn't flicker through the young dragon's mind, but rather relief - though she was slowly embracing her vicious side, she wasn't quite there yet - she still did not want to hurt Ampere to the point of disability or death (but then, she wondered, when was the fight ever going to end, if all she did was tickle and taunt?)
The two echoes of very real dragons above her thought differently, and their lustful natures coursed through her, feeling the queen rise within her and clinging to it. This is how you will finish the fight, they said to her, this is how you will win. But Amaris did not want to win, she did not want to be responsible for hurting another- even if that other is hurting you? The thought was a bold one, a loud one, sent by the more tenacious red spirit she had called upon today. It was against this thought that her ears did flatten tighter against her poll, before the girl felt a flaring pain on her right cheekbone.
The flutter of wings and sands had obscured much of the pegasus' motions, and as such, the teeth that scraped against the bony protrusion of her facial crest caught the girl almost entirely off-guard. Outrage surged within her, though it was not originally from her - the dragon above could not contain their fury, as they dove. No fire! the golden one pleaded, and while the blue obeyed, the red was far less willing to listen. The scrape upon her cheek stung, the skin having been peeled back by tooth and friction, stopping at the abrupt blaze of scales that ran down the centre of her visage. Her eyes watered from the pain, and as such, she could not see her draconic friends anymore, and was relying entirely upon feeling their motions and intentions.
As the red dove and circled to try and put herself behind the dark mare, the blue winked out of existence. Just as Ampere's forelegs came crashing towards her own forelegs, Amaris lifted them, aiming to push herself forward and into the other mare so that the fire that was to come did not burn her. Her left foreleg seemed to gain its normal feeling back just in time for her to feel the scratching scrape of another blow from the mare, as fore-hoof struck cannon bone and ran its length. But Amaris' mind was too focussed on other things, too scared and afraid at what was about to unfold.
As the red's maw opened to release a river of flame aimed at the dark mare's haunches, Amaris pushed herself forward, ducking slightly to her right so as to aim the bulk of her chest into the shorter mare's shoulder and barrel, unwittingly attempting and attack that could leave the other mare in the dustpan that was their home. "LOOK OUT!" she shouted even as Ampere voiced her next instructions, her own voice full of worry and panic as she flared her leathery wings wide in attempts to absorb the worst of the flames on them. It was far batter for her dragon-scaled hide to simply grow warm from the flame's touch than for her Gladiator and mentor to become a roast chicken. Her right wing felt some of the flames, but that meant nothing should she fail to prevent her master from being scorched.
The red's hold upon her was tight; it took immense concentration for Amaris to cut ties with it, to send it back to its other dimension. Even among my own kind, monsters exist, she thought tiredly, pulling away from the mare with a wincing step, wondering if she was about to be berated for losing control, or perhaps calling and arranging a funeral for a mentor she had accidentally cooked.
[ 798 words according to MS word.
3/3 attack
0/1 defence
@[Ampere] ]
No need to mirror my post length - I have a horrible case of the rambly writer syndrome!
I like being tagged!
You are always welcome to 'try' and use force/magic on Amaris, but similar to spar posts, leave it to me to decide how the damage is taken please~
