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For the first time in many seasons, the dove felt clear-headed. She was doing something for herself, for her family, something that would make her better suited to serve their needs and her own. She was taking a stand and making a change, doing something that would make a difference to her herd. She was building a relationship with not only her mate, but her Sultan, a relationship based on more than purely sex and the resulting children. There was something intoxicating about the way adrenaline rushed through her veins, the way her body responded to her commands as she readied herself for battle. This was what drew Gaucho to love being a warrior. And if her status as a budding warrior brought the pair of them closer together, she certainly wouldn't complain. He stared at her for a moment before subtly shifting, and suddenly he appeared larger and more powerful than he ever had before. She hesitated, quailing slightly before his might, afraid of the pain he could cause her if he so chose. Her hesitation was all he needed. He lunged forward, his wings wrapping forward and attempting to encircle her as he had so many times before - but in this context it would be an entirely unpleasant embrace, one that she had no interest in experiencing. She backpedaled, her dainty hooves scrabbling in the hard dirt-sand mixture surrounding the oasis. Realizing quickly that this was a mistake - his larger size made his stride much larger than hers, particularly as he was moving forward and she backward - she tried to spin to the right and duck under his wing. She wasn't quick enough. His wing caught her in the chest, just missing her pendant and forcing the air in her lungs out in a soft, "Oomph!" His chest rammed into her barrel, causing her to stagger sideways. Tears sprang to her eyes, more as a result of the surprise than the pain, and through her panic she realized that she could, perhaps, use this to her advantage. She glanced up at him, trying to make eye contact as she allowed the tears to spill over, rolling down her cheeks and glistening in the sun's light. Then, somewhat disoriented, the only thing she could think to do was to lunge to the right again, hoping that her ploy would have cause him to pause. She tried to end up facing away from him so that she could kick out and up as hard as she could, hoping to strike his neck (she couldn't reasonably expect to hit his head, as tall as he was in comparison to her short stature). Maybe she would at least hit his chest, buying enough time for her to dart away from him, still wheezing slightly from his impact. The dove tried to get away from him and circle to his left, giving herself an opportunity to catch her breath and plan her next move. A quick analysis of her injuries left her wincing at what would surely be a painful bruise on her chest and a similar twinging pain in her left side. Thankfully, adrenaline seemed to be keeping the majority of the pain away for now, but later, she would definitely be hurting. "Talk talk talk." 1/3 Word Count :: 541 Setting :: In the Dragon's Throat, along the edge of the treeline surrounding the oasis; midday; chilly, but not frigid. Notes :: Wearing crystallized rose pendant. |
| Sohalia Don't wanna leave this life knowing I barely tried... |
