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blood to drink, bones to crunch

Confutatis the World Eater Posts: 179
Hidden Account atk: 5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 5.5
Mare :: Equine :: 16.2hh :: 9 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Mongrel :: Common Kitsune :: Dark Illusions wanda
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09-14-2013, 09:02 PM
CONFUTATIS
I've been eaten from the inside out

From the woods she had run, the big bad wolf high-tailing it from the axman, fleeing from shadows to shadows with a half-crazed grin exposed on her charcoal lips, eyes devilishly sparkling with the burning joy of sweet freedom to her fractured mind. There was the pumpkin girl sprinting beside her, and together they ran until sweat poured off their emaciated frames, feeding the dry earth with salt; only then did they stop, breath haggard, spirits unburdened by the dragging weight of invisible chains. High as a bird soaring in the skies, free as the wild children who hunt boars and are lords of mere flies, the shadow child danced, not caring for the weight in her knees dragging her down, nor the horrific pains that seized at her thin muscles, tying knots into her precious tendons. She had laughed in the face of the man who dug open the earth and laid down the corpses within, spat in the face of death during the winter, and had won a hundred fortresses before arriving here in Helovia. Free! The bitches could chase her and never win the endless fight, for she was strong now, her spirit repaired by her flee from Kipp.

Her heart drummed against her chest, igniting a malicious intent, and her lips curled and peeled back from her stained ivories- there was something empty and hollow in her chest that needed to be satisfied. Even the death of the sacrificed child could not heal the hunger wholly, and she was starved in longing for the drinking of red blood while she conquered- for she would conquer, now that she was not tied to the idiots of the Asylum. Now where would she find the screams, the pretty songs that swirl in the air in a kaleidoscope of different pitches, sweet lyrics to torture? Where? What bird would chirp next until they begged for mercy, until the pain was so great they had no more screams left, just a numb silence because their vocal cords cracked and frayed?

She settled in the meadows of thistles and cutting thorns quietly, a predator conserving her energy for the next kill, and watched, waiting.

Confutatis did not wait long.

Even before cordial words were presented on a silver platter, she was aware of the mare. Skullface’s audits twitched, catching the lyrical shiver of hooves crushing frosted grass, the coarse hush of breath exhaling and inhaling in the frigid air just barely warmed by the turn of Frostfall to Birdsong.

She spins around, hooves digging into the ground, ears pinning to silver skull. "“Fuck you!”

In the brief moment when her muscles tensed, locking up to capture the energy before release, her yellow eye took in the mare swiftly. Tall. Incredibly tall, and well-muscled. Ebony points, polished as dark as a moonless night, with a coat of black petals scattered on white sand. The tension released as she surged forward, hooves slipping slightly on the dead grass, facing the mare head-on. Skullface leaps to her right, the other mare’s left. Her teeth snap at the mare’s withers, hoping to grab them and scrape flesh from the thinly-protected area, taking in account the difference in height and then she jerks to a quick halt. The silver-maned mare rears, balancing precariously on her hind legs, lashing out with her forelegs towards the appaloosa’s head, aiming towards the left side just behind ear, hungry to knock her out, feast on her blood, kill her.

In the dark, it’s difficult to make out the tall mare, even with the clean shine of the moon bathing the open meadow; the shadows slide and shift uncomfortably, and while it makes it more difficult to make out the opponent, she hopes it will work in her favor, with her sooty coat that makes her little more than a smear on the dark backdrop.

The fall to all four feet is surprisingly quiet, and she recoils, quick as a snake, head jerking back and nose tucking in, putting most of her weight on her hind legs, her forelegs splayed out. Hopefully this move will prevent any of the other mare’s backlash.

There is no acidic saliva in her mouth yet, just a faint foaming that tells her it is beginning to build up, perhaps egged into action by the fluid movements of battle.


calsidyrose


WC: 723
Attack: 1/3
Setting: Cloudless night, dim light.

Sorry for the late reply, thank you for being patient <33 Also hope it's okay I jumped straight into battle, she's in a pretty angry mood >x3


Confutatis | Med Warmblood | 0VP
Strength: 6
Speed: 5
Agility: 5
Endurance: 5
Offense Item: 0
Defense Item: 1
Amulet: 0
Magic: .5
Companion: 0
HP: 30.5 x 2 = 61

Defense: 8
Attack: 5
Damage: 5.5

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Messages In This Thread
blood to drink, bones to crunch - by Confutatis - 09-14-2013, 09:02 PM
RE: blood to drink, bones to crunch - by Adalaide - 09-27-2013, 04:27 PM
RE: blood to drink, bones to crunch - by Adalaide - 10-05-2013, 12:15 PM
RE: blood to drink, bones to crunch - by Official - 12-20-2013, 12:06 PM

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