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[JUDGED] Heading for something that she won't forget | Ashamin challenge

Isopia the Mountain That Knows Posts: 780
Dragon's Throat Apostle atk: 6.5 | def: 10 | dam: 8.0
Mare :: Tribrid :: 18hh :: 3 - is now aging slowly HP: 90 | Buff: NUMB
Hubris :: Royal Bronze Dragon :: Shock Breath & Frost Breath & Babel :: Royal Gold Dragon :: Fire Breath Odd
#7

ISOPIA
CONSIDER YOUR ORIGIN. YOU WERE NOT FORMED TO LIVE LIKE BRUTES BUT TO FOLLOW VIRTUE AND KNOWLEDGE.


Despite the roundness of her eyes, Isopia was not actually seeing. Instead, the Rotunda swam around her, as if she was looking through a flimsy plastic screen doused in water. Everything felt cold and distant. Yet the crunching of the snow beneath her hooves reverberated loudly in her ears, in tandem with the pounding of her heart. It sounded wonderfully dissonant, and Isopia wondered if Ashamin's magic allowed him to hear it. Only because of that curiosity did the earthen-girl try to refocus her gaze and allow her wounded body to engage with the world. 

Renewed yelps and fiery-trails of pain erupted from her stomach as the mountainous-mare tried to straighten. Again, Isopia heard the snow crunch with delicious crispness beneath her hooves, but before she could ask whether Ashamin was enjoying the symphony of her heartbeat and the frozen-fractals, he was speaking. 

The words he was saying nearly paralleled what she had said to him when they were here last. His accusations had been just as unfounded as hers, and the confused tone of his voice was one that she understood. I know it isn’t fair- she might have said, but listen to the crunch of the snow - see the red - hear my heart. Isn’t it beautiful? But suddenly he began to change: bone affixed itself around his skull. She would not - could not - retreat from him, as he thought she might. Her gut was still too badly wounded, and that pain spread through her legs making her movements excruciating. 

For a moment Isopia thought it might be over, and her heart quickened. I need more- she thought desperately, as the painted stag stood before her, a glimmering assortment of markings, subtle sparks, and bone. A hush seemed to have fallen across the Rotunda as the two wise-ones stared at each other. Isopia felt the chill of a Frostfall breeze pass over her, and it helped take her mind off the blaring sirens of pain echoing outwards from her belly.

The bittersweet moment did not last. Isopia would get what she wanted from Ashamin - as well as a new wave of pain.

Isopia’s body was fixed in place. Her wounds - and her purpose - rooted her hooves into the ground. There was no way to easily evade Ashamin given his proximity and the extent of her wounds - she was too large, and he too nimble. As he lunged for her, Isopia did her best to grab the earth beneath him and force it to rise. However given her distracted state of mind, likely all she would succeed in doing would be to ripple the earth beneath him. She hoped it would jar his limbs or cause him to fall into her rather than stabbing at her again (surely blunt-force trauma would do more damage to the life inside of her?). 

As Ashamin’s body rose up to strike her crest, Isopia felt his weight against her in tandem with an inconsistent amount of pain radiating down her neck. Our jaws are not that strong.. a small academic voice whispered somewhere distantly in her mind, beneath an ocean of pain. She felt her flesh being torn, rather than bluntly vice-gripped as she had previously experienced with bites. Isopia could feel cool air pressing against her newly-revealed flesh in the pattern of what she now assumed was the bite of the skull that he wore. As her legs flailed and then failed to steady her, Isopia felt her body weight tipping away from Ashamin. She might have lifted the earth up to try and catch her - or at least soften her landing - but instead she allowed her massive body to tumble to the ground. Isopia was so tired emotionally and her body was now in such inextricable pain, that allowing gravity to take over and give her muscles a momentary respite as she fell, was all too easy.

But she couldn’t stay down. To rest would be to give her body a chance to heal, and that was a luxury she would not afford herself. 

Through a fog of pain and bodily exhaustion, Isopia forced herself to stand. Her legs shook and her stomach screamed, offering new drops of blood onto the now disturbed snow. The tributaries of crimson which sprung from Ashamin’s bite on her neck were mostly soaked up by her coat, but some were strong enough to add to the bloody rorschach test on the snow.

"Because you don’t know who I am-" She uttered, her tone oddly prophetic despite the fact that each syllable was agony. Her head was screaming, her body bruised and bloody, yet she was triumphant. 

It was no longer only the air which was cold and sang sonnets of death. Her womb now sang too.



WC: 800
Attack: 4/4
Summary: Isopia falls down, goes boom.

Holy actual fuck that was hard to cut down.





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RE: Heading for something that she won't forget | Ashamin challenge - by Isopia - 03-03-2016, 12:53 PM

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