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05-22-2017, 11:24 AM
beloved
The wicked one has little enough time to twist her head to look upon her attacker before he is upon her. Suddenly thrust aside, nearly capsizing as the buck at hoped, she shrilly cries out her rage into his face, spittle flying from her pale lips, wildly stabbing in the direction of the deer with her horn. Fear and rage coalesce into an erratic series of gestures, in which Beloved both attempts to hold her figure upright, as well as return at least a warding set of blows to the air between herself and the attacking deer. "Fool!" her child’s voice, warped and perverse, shouts with contempt, "she is all but dead, and now, so are you!" Throwing herself forward as soon as she has the opportunity, she attempts to bolt alongside the deer, to his haunches. Wincing and making a small yelp of pain at the sudden complaints of her ribs to the bending of her pivot about to face his hindquarters with her horn, the white witch drives forward with a moan (which ends in giggles) of physical suffering, and desire for blood in recompense. [ OOC: Beloved attacks the buck. I also seem to have overestimated my Rikyn time this month. Might still make it this round but maybe not. shrugs ] die like God, on the cover of time |
Feel free to attack her with physical or magical violence at your own risk. ;D
