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If this life were something to be admired, if rising from the ashes were something that she had aspired to do; this day would provide her such victories. Should she fall, she would get up. Should she cry out in pain; she would learn to wipe the tears from her eyes. If she looked into the light of life and found only darkness ahead; she would forge a flame of courage to guide her home. She was no Kri the Resolute or Archibald the Dauntless- but did it make her any less of a horse? Did she not fight with the same heart, strive with the same determination? One day her name would be remembered not for the victories she claimed in battle but because she’d endured those battles just the same. Maybe they didn’t require as much risk or consequently as much pain, but her war with life was only beginning and she wasn’t ready to watch it slip through her fingers.
Before her the world spread out into eternity. Every moment lengthened and stretched as if her eyes had begun to wander. The storm was upon them and as she watched it bore down upon her, she could not help but think that this was it- this was the moment she had been living for. Everything that she felt in her heart, everything that she’d kept in her mind- it was here. All of the worry and dread, all the sleepless nights that had led her to this day… the wait was finally over. The wind sang around her and the notes were a beautiful tune of sorrow. She knew that it would end here; she would fall before The Grey. Her body was not built to take this beating and yet she stood with just as much pride. The pain she felt was not for her disadvantage but instead for her humiliation. No lead stood to accompany her fleet and no one would be there when they left this land staggering and trying desperately to erase this day from their minds forever.
Suddenly she felt as if there was nothing left to do but let her heart take control where her mind had thought to stray. Like her herd, she no longer felt as if there were anything else to rely on. She was clearly outnumbered and there was certainly no hope, but she would endure this battle like she would endure the many that would soon follow. Her every attack was rebuked and her resolve was weakening… there was nothing left to do but to stand. She had to stand for everything she believed in and show them, those cowards, that they had no real strength, for it was only based on fabricated ties that would not last. “You cowards.” The utterance was low as she fell back into herself after ARCHIBALD had successfully evaded both of her assaults. She had only managed to scrape the surface of his skin as only an inexperienced fighter could do. What else could she do? They fought with no respect.
Her jowls had quivered shut with the impact of ARCHIBALD’S attempt to defend himself and her defiant cries were enough to bring songbirds down from the heavens to see her tears. Her second attempt to strike him from behind had failed as well and her eyes seemed to close in defeat. A soft voice whispered there, told her to stay so very still and so she listened. Her legs seemed to quiet beneath her and her heart seemed to slow its incessant beating within her chest. For a moment she believed that it had been her own conscience… but she had been all wrong. When her lavender gaze opened into the Warlord’s obvious endeavors, they hardened. Rage welled up within her chest as she watched him come closer, all power and might and no valid trace of compassion. Had these lands not once been his own? What glory would he have in taking them back only to live once more as a simple peasant?
On her right she felt his blow smatter against her tender flesh and once again she cried shamelessly at his hands. Her mouth hung wide as the air was sucked mercilessly from her lungs. Fear and anger followed soon after words of hatred filled her throat. “Perhaps Jackal had been right to dethrone you Dauntless, for your heart does not lie in the interest of your people. An absent lead is one far better than one that should be called a traitor.” With that, she swung away from him and circled around his haunches to come barreling up along his left side. Her teeth bore down hoping to catch the tender flesh once more, only this time there was no mercy behind her assault, no hope for understanding. However, the safe reminder that they were not alone came sailing from the skies. Her back took the brunt of MIDAS’ attack but her heart would not let her fail. She was in pain and knew that she could not win but she would not give up on this land like so many had done before her. This was her time to show them they the Foothills were not as weak as the Grey had formerly thought. This was her time to shine.
[Word Count: 889 | Attacking: Archibald | Summary: Ailith takes the blows from Archibald [like a champ!] and her jaw is jarred. She tries to fight his magic but it is useless and she takes his second attack to her legs, which knocks the wind out of her and she takes a long moment to endure the pain before moving to attack/bite his left side. She also endures Midas’ attack from the sky.
OOC| Not the best battle post I’ve ever written, I’d just like to fall in with a LITTLE dignity guys XD] |
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Invasion Round Two :: Cluster Three
