the dark creation moved as ash, falling gently to a burnt earth, across the lush forest covered in heavenly clouds that had grown tired of their
correct rank's in the forever night sky, had fell to the earth and shimmered as cold starlight, ice prickles in the expanse of heaven's oceans.
condensation gathered on her apparel, slid down her elegant frame and dripped on the grasses, creating dew, and her breath created new
clouds in the air. she was strolling, aimlessly, at peace with the world, disregarding her locations in all.
she needed to speak alone with the wind. to hear it's voice, but the wind was silent, and a twist of her gut told her
something was very wrong in this murderess fog.

or maybe, the lady decided, this was just the sound of the echoing
scream in her lobes, and her harks flicked wildly; her orbs flashing in the
cool air.
all was still. serenity.

but everything was wrong, too.

why should the dark lady care? it was not her business, and yet a tugging of her soul
and a breath of the wind pushed her forward on long strides, her hind leg propels
her bodice forwards, and she breathes deep as the other three pillars move forwards,
a catch on her left rear and right front legs, her left hind still pressed into the soil,
then another quick catch on her left front as the diagonal pair remains in firm
contact with the earth.
and it is as this that she moves forwards, at a canter, through the treacherous mists,
towards the source of the screams.

she wheels to the right to stop as the visions come blurrily into her impaired vision due to the fogs,
these are creatures which she has never seen before, with the wings of bats and the
faces of rocky lizards. what are these mythical beasts, the lady wonders?
she sees them swoop down in intelligent pairs,
and a sinking of the stomach follows. intelligence is never good, intelligence
is bad for a fight.
why couldn't the stupid looking beasts just be
idiots? why couldn't they have the brains of lizards?

she observes the mare, for what reason does she have to risk
her life for this mistress?
but the fog clears, if a bit,
and she notices.

the mistress is with child.
the mistress' breath is labored, her breathing is shudders
and her apparel coated with sweat.
the mistress is giving birth.

her breath catches in her throat.
in an instant her neck stretches,
her harks pin and hide in her silky mane,
and her orbs slide to slits.
what sick monsters of the night would
attack one that is giving birth to her child? to her
kine? flesh, and blood,
that which she has slaved over for months,
to strike at them whilst they were in labor? it burns her with a hatred, and as she stands to think, a winged brute comes into the picture. the she stiffens with tension at first, her stomach knots again, and it is then she realizes this must be the father of the child not yet born. her body relaxes, before her muscles tense again in preparation for battle.
her wicked lyrics fell into the as she spoke softly from the mists.
"fear not, leto, hera's wraith will not befall you today."

her ivories bared,
she slinks from the shadows,
lowering her dome in a aggressive fashion,
so that the weaponry that adorns her in purple and black
gleams it's sharp pointed tip, and she judges what to do in the heat
of the moment. she makes her choice.
she aims her dagger at the green,
propelling herself forwards with her hindquarters,
and she swings her weaponry in an vicious upward arc near the right of the creature's bodice, in a hopeful
attempt that she will snag it under a fragile wing or, if her attack missed, at least force the cursed creature from the soon to be mother's belly. if the creature's blinded her, her foal may still survive, but if her flesh was torn at the belly, she knew the child was likely to die whilst still in the womb.
she would not die today.

..at least, not if the dark one had anything to say about it.

[WC: 719
0/0 no magic or companion uses

attempts to use her horn to slide it's curved shape under the right wing of the green dragon, before ripping upwards violently, and hopefully damaging it's wing in the process. if this doesn't succeed she hopes the aggressive action will at least scare the dragon away from delinne's side and belly.]

@[Azzaron] @[Delinne]