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Eyes of ice watched with a gentle curiosity in the way her friend treated his companion. The way Ashamin looked at the young cerndyr with delicate softness made her yearn for one to look at her in such a passionate way. Her
heart melted in that moment, the slight and brief moment where Zandora desired to be loved. She felt confident that one day, when she had found the light, that she would be looked at in such a way that the world would slip away, and at that very precious moment, she would feel.

Zandora was surprised to see Ashamin approach her, even after she had given him the field. Equines showing kindness to her was still fresh and new and every time she witnessed the act she couldn't help but be surprised. Zandora knew she didn't deserve to be treated like she mattered, but when someone ignored those personal ideas of herself and cared, Zandora was left confused and surprised. Shaking off the default bewilderment, she reached out her ebonite face and felt the comfort in Ashamin's touch, felt the comfort in the way he said her name. It was a rare beauty, sharing a traumatic experience with someone, it changed everything. She let her face linger near his for a second longer then necessary, drawing from the strength that he gave her. She whispered a few sincere words before he slipped away in his first attack "Goodluck my dear Ashamin." Her eyes once of ice, melted for just a moment as she gave him a serene and soft look, truly wishing her friend the best.

Although she desired to sink into the haven of these passed seconds, she had to focus. Now was no longer the time to reflect on memories and seek safety, Zandora had a battle on her hands, and she wanted to prove her worth to the Basin. Quickly, Ashamin darted off past her in a blur of leonine tail and black mass. She turned her head as she watched him with calculating eyes, analyzing, searching, wondering, what his next move might be based on where he disappeared off too. Zandora may be rusty today, but she was a cold-blooded fighter pre-helovia. She was forced to learn how to use her size and speed to her advantage, given that her strength is easily a weakness. She relied on her wit and speed, without those she would be utterly helpless and completely useless. Her narrowed eyes caught sight of faint sparks in the distance, colors briefly raining down from the thick evergreen trees that made the snowy pines. She estimated his attack with haste as she saw her friend glide closer to her with every passing second. Zandora's heart thumped loud in her chest, echoing in her ears as the muscle tightened and released hurriedly. She liked the feeling adrenaline gave her, the thrill, the rush of it all was addicting, it was a renewable drug that kept her always wanting more. A wave of tension crawled over her skin as she prepared her body for her defense. Zandora remembered being young and naive, where her first attack was always some sort of charge, but with seniority brought wisdom, and she knew too well what Ashamin planned to do. As the cloven figure galloped towards her, and neared his target, Zandora enacted her plan.

The world slowed down, and every battle sense she encompassed was heightened. There was no more time to think, to remember, or to wish, there was only time to fight.

Zandora became completely consumed in concentration as Ashamin unveiled his first attack. He tried to thrust his body force on her, taking advantage of the height difference, as well as power. To deflect this, Zandora leapt up on her hind legs and threw her front limbs to the right to turn her body away from his powerful attempted attack. This still left her vulnerable for his next attack, so as Ashamin reached down to bite at her, Zandora snapped her lowered head up as she lifted herself in the air, as she did this she hoped that her razor sharp horn could make contact with his shoulder or any skin of that matter. Then, as she lowered herself back to the ground, she tried to use her hooves to bruise his withers or back as she flailed the amethyst nails, trying to land a hit on his body as she used the weight of her upper body and gravity behind each attempted hit.

She loved the feeling of fighting, but this spar was much different to those of her past, for her opponent held a special spot in her heart. Hurting the only person she held dear felt wrong, whereas before she felt nothing, is this...

what love felt like?

How lovely.







Word Count: 800
OCC: Z's like, feelings? What is this wizardry?
Summary: Zandora greeted Ashamin, and watched his attack and predicted what he might do. As he attacked, Zandora reared and used the force of throwing her legs to the right to turn in the air. For her attack, she attempted to cut his shoulder with her horn as she reared up, her head was originally lowered, so she wanted it to cut his skin while she moved upward. While she was rearing, she tried to pound his back with her hooves, using gravity and her upper body weight to bruise is withers or back.
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