She wears a coat of color, Loved by some,
Feared by others

BIRCH HAD DEFENDED HIMSELF WELL. SHE HAD STRIKED HIS CHEST WITH A FULL OUT GALLOP AND TWO HOOVES? YOU THINK THE OLD MAN WOULD AT LEAST STUTTER. HE MOVES HIMSELF AWKWARDLY, AS IF HE IS TRYING TO HIT HER WITH HIS TREE, BUT ALAS, HE IS TO TALL TO JUMP OVER AND HE IS TO TALL TO HIT HER. HIS SHOULDER BUMPS INTO HER, BUT WITH ONLY CAUSE BRUISING. HIS FOREHOOVES SMACKED AGAINST HER NIMBLE FORM AND SHE STUTTERED, BUT REGAINED BALANCE A MOMENT AFTER. SHE FELT STRANGE NOW. SLIGHT BLOOD TRICKLED FROM WHERE HIS HOOVES HAD HIT, BUT WORST, IT STUNG. SHE WAS TO FOCUSED ON THE PAIN THAT SHE NEARLY MISSED KTULU CHARGING AT HER. HER BODY BASICALLY FROZE. THE AIR SURGED OUT OF HER LUNGS. THEIR ATTACKS WERE SOLID AND WELL PORTRAYED, BUT OPHELIA HAD JOINED AND ARI WANTED HER TO GO DOWN. SHE TRIED MOVING. SHE RECOILED HER BODY TO THE RIGHT, AS EYTAN THREW VISIONS OF HER BLOODIED AND DEAD ON THE FLOOR. SHE SHRIEKED AS KTULU'S HORN SLID ACROSS HER FLANK. A DEEP GASH ON HER SHOULDER, A SMALL SCRAP ON THE SIDE OF HER STOMACH, AND FUR LOSS ON HER HINDQUARTER. KTULU and EYTAN THREW NASTY ATTACKS, BUT THEY HADN'T FELT ARI FULL OUT.

SNOW BULLIED HER EYES, BUT HER PASSION FOR WAR OVER TOOK HER. SHE HAD COMPLETELY MISSED EYTAN AS SHE RECOILED, BUT HER GASHES BLED. HER LEFT SIDE NEARLY DRENCHED IN BLOOD. THE SNOW BEING HURTLED TOWARDS HER STUNG QUITE A BIT. SHE WAS UNFOCUSED AND WOULD MOST LIKELY DIE, BUT AREGATLAM FAINTED MEANT THEY NEEDED HER. EVERY STEP WAS HESITATED. EVERY MOTION WAS RETHOUGHT. STRATEGICALLY SHE WENT FOR THE 'KILL'. SHE ATTACKED ophelia. ARI GALLOPED AT HER. SHE SLID TO A SUDDEN STOP BEFORE HER. EASILY, SHE REARED UP. SHE THREW HER FRONT LEGS UP AT HER CRANIUM. SHE KEPT STEADY BALANCE ON HER BLOODIED HIND LEGS. THROWING HER HOOVES UP AND DOWN. SHE HOPED TO HIT THE MARES FACE AT LEAST ONCE. SHE LANDED BACK ON ALL FOURS A JUMPED FORWARD. MAYBE ARI'S STRENGTH COULD MOVE THE WHITE UNICORN. NOT MOVE, BUT KNOCK BACK.

ARIADNE'S SILKEN FIGURE REBOUNDS FROM STRIKING AT THE FEMME. STRONG LEGS SPRINT AWAY FROM EVERYONE AS SHE STANDS AT EAST 10 GALLOPING STRIDES AWAY FROM EVERY HEART THROB. MISFITS.

SHE MUTTERED WHAT MAY BE HER LAST WORDS. These misfits will be the death of me. Maybe not now. Maybe not in a few moments. In the future.."