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03-24-2013, 09:16 PM
The cold around her numbed the pain she would feel in a moment.
She was being tortured. Every moment spent away from her freedom was torturous, but being away from the things she wanted was worse. Not only was everything a blur, but they were attacking. As she had sprinted off, the un-named stallion whipped his head around, but dodged both attacks completely by coiling away from him. She hadn't seen Psyche's horn coming for her, and couldn't doge it. Her horn met the Angora's skin's resistant as a huge line of blood fashioned itself onto her side. Her gnarled horns raked against her skin. An easy foot of a deep gash across her flank. Severe pain crowding her bode. Her lithe form didn't stop moving. She lunged out of the front of the cave, only to hear the mare's voice and her magic gripping on her bode. Why couldn't they let her just.. go?
This just wouldn't do.
Angora quickly loped in the snow, but Psyche's magic gripped her to quickly. Thin legs buckled as the golden girl fell. Her smooth bloody body fell into the snow and sunk five inches. Why even try at this point? Her thoughts exactly. She shut her eyes and lowered her head. Sighing heavily, she froze solid. Not one inch of her body moving. Her ears smacked flat against her neck. The snow around her was dyed red. She got ready to let magic flow away from her body, but held it inside for now. She may not use it as she now hated both of them and would hate for them to become lovey dovey with her. Now which way would she choose?
ooc: No muse.. really..
She was being tortured. Every moment spent away from her freedom was torturous, but being away from the things she wanted was worse. Not only was everything a blur, but they were attacking. As she had sprinted off, the un-named stallion whipped his head around, but dodged both attacks completely by coiling away from him. She hadn't seen Psyche's horn coming for her, and couldn't doge it. Her horn met the Angora's skin's resistant as a huge line of blood fashioned itself onto her side. Her gnarled horns raked against her skin. An easy foot of a deep gash across her flank. Severe pain crowding her bode. Her lithe form didn't stop moving. She lunged out of the front of the cave, only to hear the mare's voice and her magic gripping on her bode. Why couldn't they let her just.. go?
This just wouldn't do.
Angora quickly loped in the snow, but Psyche's magic gripped her to quickly. Thin legs buckled as the golden girl fell. Her smooth bloody body fell into the snow and sunk five inches. Why even try at this point? Her thoughts exactly. She shut her eyes and lowered her head. Sighing heavily, she froze solid. Not one inch of her body moving. Her ears smacked flat against her neck. The snow around her was dyed red. She got ready to let magic flow away from her body, but held it inside for now. She may not use it as she now hated both of them and would hate for them to become lovey dovey with her. Now which way would she choose?
ooc: No muse.. really..
