(02-19-2015, 06:46 PM)Maren Wrote:

M A R E N "We've been here forever And here's the frozen proof I could scream forever We are the poisoned youth." __________________________ She awakened herself from her ever so sleepy mind, turned her senses vigil once again. Only now she heard the sounds of the chirping of birds, coming from the oasis, and felt the minuscule grains of these desert sands under her hooves. Shamelessly the mare stretched her muscles, letting her body be carried backwards as her dirt colored legs stretched forward under her, half gliding away in the loose sands. How did she used to prepare for a fight again? It was a blur. As was everything since the swamp. With the mare backing off to create enough space to start their battle, she only now noticed how her other eye was different. Blue. It was perfect. Pretty, even. But what stung her vision more was the spiraling horn that gleamed in the suns brightness between her eyes, pointing at the sky and demanding power. A horn might be a curse - and foremost a nuisance to live with, but it was bloody hell fortunate to have one when it came down to fighting. Next to that the mare was wearing light armor. God damn., sure to be cursing a hell lot more in the continuation of this fight. She would confess and forsake her sins when this was over. The tiger-mare took a deep breath, concentrating, easing her heartbeat. "Then I won't, either.", she smiled. The mare opposite her lowered her head, and she did the same, also folding the wings behind her ears so that its knuckles only slightly pointed outwards, and feathery fingers lay stretched against her striped neck. And then Ophelia, Lady of the Aurora Basin, came at her; horn pointing frightfully. Maren's body reacted as the horn drew closer by letting herself fall to the left at the last minute. Keeping herself steady, in balance like a leaf, by spreading her wings. In her half-rear she attempted to get the pure white hide of the Forsaken between her teeth. A move that had come from instinct and now made the corners of her mouth crack. Meanwhile, she sank slightly through the joints of her back legs to gather power. When her front-hooves came down with a fush in the sand, she let the assembled stress go and threw her hindquarters up, bucking, hoping to hit Ophelia's flank. Along with her buck she had thrown up sand which clouded their imaginary arena, but it was not enough to sabotage their vision. If the sun hadn't been so strong, she could have used her mists to take away her visibility, but for now it was useless. Maren turned around through the heavy sand, intending to keep her opponent inside her field of vision. They were waltzing on slippery slopes of gold. But even as her tongue dried of the deserts' dust between her now crunching teeth, she couldn't help but forget about the sweltering heat and the aching of her outstretched muscles when the adrenaline moved as her own kind of gold through her system. @[Ophelia] [1/3, summary; Maren dodged Ophelia's attack and attempted to bit her in her back, then attempted a buck, aimed at her flanks.] || Wordcount: 498 || "talking" ||