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Sheer and Wild Abandon [Ghost vs Abaddon]

Ghost the Cadaverous Posts: 219
Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 10.5 | dam: 5.5
Mare :: Hybrid :: 16hh :: 6 years HP: 67 | Buff: ENDURE
Fantôme :: Grey Wolf :: None imi
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Ghost found her expressions often flickered between being half amused and half in thought, the stallion prodded and poked at her almost as much as she did. It was… Enjoyable, for the most part. His words rumbled out of his mouth like he had been plucked from hell and he quite fancied himself to be a demon. Yet, the banshee had to hand it to him, he had the appearance; he also seemingly had the history and Ghost looked forward to the future, to the stories that would be attached to his name. His opinion of her mother warmed her heart and humoured her. "How primal of you… Not that you’re wrong, I turned out perfectly" she declared with a flick of her tail. Was this a charming trait he possessed? The Cadaverous eyed him curiously, watching his movements with a side-glance of appreciation and enjoying all 17.3hh of his rippling muscle. He wasn’t that bad really, the scar just made him edgier and his frame curved handsomely enough that it drew her attention to places that her eyes didn't normally linger. 
 
"A well equipped one, that far outnumbered ours" she shrugged when he asked of the army that invaded the Falls. They hadn't needed to be either, their numbers alone were enough, her tiny herd had crumbled easily. Ghost knew part of it was her fault, she hadn’t read the signs nor had she the alliances or fire power to stand up to it, but sometimes she couldn’t help but feel wronged in some aspects… Again. Another punch in the gut to remind her that she had not one friend on the entire earth to call on. For a while, the banshee thought she’d be fine with that, the less there was to care for the less it would hinder her. Now… She knew what it was like to worry about another, to care for another and to protect another. Yet, she was the lonely number one, the weird one in the background no one really wanted to talk to and, sometimes, it hurt just a little. However, now she was stood before this towering devil she didn't feel so alone and she clung to the Dragons Throat like it was her only saviour. Even more so, her gaze lingered on Abaddon as if he was the only thing sturdy enough to grab onto in the raging flood of emptiness that made her life feel so desolate. She wanted to reach out to him so much, except the anxious voice in the back of her mind held her back and she hesitated. 
 
The topic had gotten heavy, but Ghost zoned in on one answer he gave and a mischievous smile appeared on her sooty lips. "Oh! Why is that? What will you do if I get closer?" she played and taunted, edging a little closer to him as she spoke with her eyes glittering curiously. Part of her did quiver a little from him, he was quite overbearing, but Ghost had trust in herself to know when the right time to run for the back door was and now didn’t seem like the time. "There’s more?! You can’t tell me there’s more to the story and not tell me what it is" she moaned at him as she shot him a disgusted look. However, a thought occurred to her as she thought back to her earlier request of him and, quite decisively, she decided that the someday spar should be today. Right now, in fact. If he wasn’t going to tell his juicy little tale then she should at least beat him up for it, right?
 
"Maybe I should show you how courageous I really am" the words slipped off her tongue quite suggestively as she sauntered towards him. Her dark eyes never left his face as her footfalls became more careful, more concise and her lips twisted into a sweet smile before finally she activated the pocket watch underneath her wing. The armour slid smoothly over her body, no longer weighing her down on one side and Ghost hoped to take him by surprise. She plunged forwards, aiming her long, spiral horn for the left side of his shoulder. "Go on, jog my memory" she dared and encouraged.
 


@Abaddon
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Setting: Dragons Throat, clear sky, typical warm tallsun day.
Ghost won't be using her companion.

Summary: Ghost equips her armour and charges for Abaddon, trying to cut his left shoulder with her horn.

Since its your first go at a spar, I'll summarise each attack/defence to make it simpler :D 
Good luck Danjah <33
Let the heat of the sun
Reignite your memory
Because if we just turn and run
Let them fire the gun

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Sheer and Wild Abandon [Ghost vs Abaddon] - by Ghost - 11-10-2015, 11:05 AM

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