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[challenge] the silence has shattered [bucephalus]

Cirrus Posts: 233
Outcast atk: 6.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6
Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.1 :: 8 HP: 69 | Buff: SWIFT
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Into this world we're thrown

For a beast who held the rank of Chancellor, Bucephalus sure had a shitty way of using his words.

He pointed out her flaws, in a most abrupt way. It didn't matter to Cirrus that she had done the same to him mere seconds ago. It didn't matter that it was true. What mattered was that he had no respect for it. He had no desire to learn about why she had left, how she had had no choice at the time, how coming back was so fucking hard it hurt her to stand here before him without trembling.

She trembled now.

From rage.

Her ears flicked backwards. They were not pinned flat amongst dreads of hair, but neither were the far off that effect. They heard the words he threw at her with as much blind judgement as he had heard her previous pleas.

Gone was the attempt at patience the mare had hopelessly clung to. Gone was the stallion's last chance of earning her respect by simply letting her get on with what she wanted to do.

She wanted to be a part of her home again. She wanted to protect it, to defend it against harm, as her father had done before her. She wanted to walk in his mighty footsteps, to rise to the level he had risen, to have the power to unite the herd's soldiers beneath the lofty expanse of her wings.

But he was stopping her.

The girl snorted in response to his demand. Apologise or leave, he had said, and she grinned at him, a smile that showed no kindness, only a wicked, manic joy that the promise of bloodshed teased from within her.

No apology would drop from the lips of this girl today.

"No." her voice was quiet, and dangerously so. Forgotten was the pleas for him to give her a chance to prove she was worthy of his respect.

Now she would simply demand it from him.

She was at least flexible, in that she didn't mind which body parts he paid it in.

The only hint she gave him was a shifting of her weight, a slight lifting of her forehand to lean more upon her haunches. Her hocks engaged her mass readily, her wings lifted slightly from her sides to allow her to move with more agility than if they were clamped stiff and rigid against her barrel. Without further ado, the sky-mare leapt forward, limbs churning in the sandy basin below, her path aiming for the stallion who had foolishly positioned himself directly in front of her.

Teeth flickered a dull white from behind her darkened lips, baring in imitation of her lost companion's toothy smile. Her tiara twisted and curved sharply to the right as her nape snaked about, her hopes pinned on tearing flesh from anywhere along the left side of her face or neck region.

Bucephalus didn't believe she could defend her home.

She would prove it, by defending it from him and his stupidity.

Her initial strike attempted, the girl darted to her right, away from where she had aimed her flailing teeth, turning sharply upon her fore to swing her hinds around. Sand and dust collected up with the motion, the breeze from her shuffling wings only helping to stir the red mess up. Hard, neat hooves struck out at where she assumed (but did not know for certain) the steed still stood, hoping to land a hefty blow upon the slope of his left scapula. The wave of sand and dirt was simply an added bonus; it tickled her nostrils, and she wasn't even in the firing line of the assault from the mini sandstorm her actions had generated.

She hoped the sands of the Throat would choke this incompetent fool where he stood; she hoped her home would not turn against her for her actions.



[ ooc :: @[Bucephalus]
646 words according to MS Word.
1/4 attack posts
0/1 closing defence

This is an official challenge. 4 attack posts each + closing defence, 800 word limit.

Cirrus is challenging for respect. Should she lose, she will be forced to concede and apologise to Bucephalus. Should she win, he would be required to show respect to her in some way.

The challenge would ordinarily be for entry, however she was already accepted by Ampere/the auto-accept rule for pegasus into the Throat (hence her rank currently being Warrior).

Basically, Bucephalus demanded that she apologise to him in this thread, and this is Cirrus' reply. ]



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    [challenge] the silence has shattered [bucephalus] - by Cirrus - 02-05-2015, 07:27 AM

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