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 Artemis was not stood idle for long, yet the second that passed felt like a lifetime. Ears pricked forward, the mare shifted slightly from one leg to the other, snorting a hot mist from her nares. The cold bit at her ankles; it was far colder here than the home she was used to. So much was different now; the climate; the persistent night; the equines surrounding her. They were not things that should have bothered her - doubtless, the fight ahead was a much more daunting experience for a mare who had arrived less than a week before - yet the issues tugged at her heartstrings. She missed her mother and her home, but there was no place for her there anymore. A cry awakened her from the daydream; "You will not pass me!" She turned her head slightly to better see through the fog. The voice put her on edge yet it gave her a warning. Eyes focused on where the voice had boomed as the draft mare arched her crest, tensing her muscles in preparation for an attack. Moments after the cry, a dark form burst from the mist. The equine was just a filly, not much older than two if Artemis' judgment was correct, though the yearling was a tall one. Not as tall as the draft, but by no accounts small. She was quick on her feet, yet in her enthusiasm to protect her home she did not stop and think rationally. Not only did she give herself away with her shout of fury, yet she charged head on. She was a foolish child, yet Artemis did pity her. She knew how it felt to lose a home. No matter; Artemis did as instructed. She fought, despite not knowing why. She lowered her head slightly, careful to keep the ebony creature in sight. Her form was easy to spot; the dark ebony was vivid against the backdrop of mist, whereas her own white and silver bodice blended nicely with her surroundings. As Laila grew closer, the dappled mare danced to the left, out of the seemingly blind charge of the filly. Laila made it far too easy for Artemis to dodge, yet as she moved her hooves shifted clumsily over the damp earth. A disadvantage of her tall frame was her weight, which caused her to be slow and cumbersome over more terrains, but she made up for it in strength and stamina. As the filly missed her target, Artemis swept her head around to the right, shifting her body in an semi circle in an attempt to slice her ivory horn over the hind quarters before the filly could turn whilst protecting her own rear end. She focussed her attack toward the quadriceps of the right hind leg, though she would settle for the large gluteal muscles. Both would hamper movement in the leg if she cut deep enough, at the very least making it painful to move. [Setting: Early morning, misty/foggy. Edge borders, forest. 492 words. Attempts to slash with her horn. 1/4 invasion duel system. 0 magic used. 0 companion used. Edited to add correct word count. ] |
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