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11-14-2012, 07:37 AM
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L E A N D E R Chaos. Insanity. That was what ensued. It was not a delusion or a dream, but a creature made of snow truly lunging for his living face. His tensed muscles aided in the quick reflex of whipping his skull away from the ice beast's maw, but it was still not quite quick enough. Sharp edges of cold cut his face, leaving a bloody, bruised section just below his right eye. A grunt of pain left his throat as he parried to the left and away from the suddenly animated attacker's slow charge. Adrenaline coursed through his veins, and though there was little time to think, the children were foremost on his mind. Everything told him to fly, to give himself leverage in the air. But if he lept into the sky now, the foals would be more vulnerable to the snow stallion's wrath. Nefertari's voice calling him father rang in his mind. There was no way he was giving this thing a chance to get near his foals. The golden careened just a bit farther from the mongrel before turning back to face it. Hooves dug into the earth as he thrust himself towards the pale form. The terrain was not as easy to fight on at this time of year, and Leander was not much quicker than his opponent. He made use of the large mahogany wings on his back, pumping them hard into the air to propel him forward into his aimed blow with even more force. If this thing really was made entirely of snow and ice, then hitting it hard enough might shatter it completely. All he could hope was that there was no bone beneath that ivory shell as he barreled forward towards the winter creature's left side, ready to ram his shoulder and chest into it with all he had.  |
