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10-14-2013, 11:37 AM
Apodis! cried the painted mare as Illynx drove forward, her lips sinister and cruel as her horn found flesh and sent a spray of red fluid to the slick terrain. She did not notice the change in the stallion's demeanor, so involved in the flow and bend of her own body was the mynx, so accustomed to living every second of her life in the state of predatory rage that Apodis seemed able to feel only when pushed to the edge. They had done nothing to bring her wrath down upon them other than being born. Illynx did, however, manage to cling to the center fibers of herself in such moments of disgust, maintaining her focus on the world around her even as the desire to spread their bodies like a layer of butter across the ice ate away at her mind like thousands of oxygen imbued flames.
Much to her pleasure, the mare stood along the outskirts of the rumble between the golden unicorn and the coffee-hued buckskin much as she had expected her to. As Apodis threatened her life, that razor rimmed grin turned upon him, a giggle so similar to miasmic gas leaking out from her lungs at the sheer humor of the statement. "Kill me?" breathily laughed the wicked damsel, drops of blood running down the length of her most favored appendage as her features rose to meet the savage gaze of the land rodent, "Better men have tried. Would you care to ask their bones how dead I am now?" Still curved, her lips haunted every word she spoke, her lack of fear and utter contempt for the pair of hornless as plain as the light breeze that scattered the powder clinging to the surface of the frozen water in a rippling dance of light and ice.
The menace upon her mask faded in the slightest as she noticed the drool seeping from the corners of the stallion's mouth, replaced with a slight grimace of horror; what a dog! Even Osiris had not drooled all upon the sand when taunted, and in all honesty, she had half expected him to. But this? Even as the stallion charged towards her, any fear or worry she may have had over the daft man was thrown aside by his complete lack of decency. An edge grew around her resolve, her hatred a palpable flavor on her tongue.
Like the queen of frost she was, so used to slick surfaces in her mountain home and not keen on having her ass handed to her in a brawl she had initiated, the arabian-like damsel lunged forward as soon as she found good purchase beneath her hooves, the crescents digging into the stiff surface with loud clacks and creaks that carried her mostly out of the way of the incoming horse. Always the clever combatant and aware that she could not completely evade the assault on such surfaces, however, Illynx also modified her movement to pull her features around the right by about thirty-five degrees just as the raised hooves of the equine met with her fleshy hip, welts rising and pain a nuisance as her hind quarter skittered away under the impact, her front legs spread broad to support her weight as it pivoted around her planted front right.
She did not wait for her hind end to complete it's slide before she plunged herself back towards the side of the buckskin, hoping to use his forward momentum against him; if all had gone as planned, they were now lined up in a parallel of sorts, giving the mare ample room to teach the man precisely why he would never be half the being she was. Crimson streaked and gleaming, her weapon once again sought out the flesh of the equine, this time hungry for his right flank or hip brought within range by his charge. No mercy was given the stallion as there might have been in a battle against a more honorable opponent; savage and visceral she struck one blow after another, a flourish of movement that sent her gold-streaked mane flying all about her elegant crown and curved neck. As soon as she felt the horn had been sufficient in its tasks, her fores gripped down hard on the slick surface once more, hinds rising several inches from the ground as her muscular chest and ribs flexed and bowed under the weight of her body, hind legs kicking out hard to strike at his ribs or shoulder should they still be within the reach of her assaults.
