Storms gathering (Africa//Spar)

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[JUDGED] Storms gathering (Africa//Spar)

Africa the Starry-Eyed Posts: 727

Deceased

Mare :: Pegasus :: 16 :: 6 (Tallsun) Buff: NOVICE

Silas :: Common Zephyr :: Roc Riven

#10

12-19-2013, 09:27 PM

In the night the stormy night she'll close her eyes
In the night the stormy night away she'd fly
Dragon’s Throat Oracle

She was green; unskilled and without the ability to control or manage the ferocity of her attacks like her mentor, who struck with care and confidence- wishing not to cause grand injury. First and foremost, the young dapple grey was a creature of prey and the swell of raw instinct surged through her veins as a driving force she could not ignore, and it gave her a tactless recklessness that would perhaps lead to her downfall in this spar.

It was an ambitious move, flinging herself beneath a rearing opponent, flawed in countless ways although her uneducated mind could not quite quickly enough fathom the repercussions to follow. With her thoughts still a haze of broiling pain and confused determination, Africa completely miscalculated her attack. Stiffened knees drove hard the chipped rim of her hooves down into the sodden sand alone, and glassy eyes that still struggled with residual grit widened in startled consternation. Her teeth also snapped with a violent clack around naught but the frigid howl of wind. Midas was no longer there, the shadow of his bulk looming above had been lost and the foolish young grey realised hopelessly that through her lunge, long black lashes had clenched tightly together.

Her heart sank dismally, and Africa turned awkwardly, cumbersomely now as only her exhausted body could, to follow the muffled churn of his scuffling hooves with a bemused glare overwhelming her weathered expression. Still the storm roared and seethed above them, shedding frequent forks of electricity that illuminated the surfside playing field- she knew not how much longer she could bare to continue, and the first cold (though insignificant) droplets of rain began to plummet around them.

Fighting the urge to shrink away and hide from him in the rolling waves, Africa finished the half circle which should find her facing Midas once more, and propped almost immediately against the tight clench of her thighs. Only as the forearm of his golden fringed wing collided with her upper neck did the young mare realise how unfit she truly was for such energetic, reactive activity. She barely flinched on the impact (save for the automatic wince and scrunch of languid eyes), her sweating bulk too lost for breath and sapped of vigour to manage any sort of counter. It was over, she could bare it no longer and while wholeheartedly she wished to impress the eyes of her superior, Africa just simply had nothing left to give.

She watched blandly and shakily, almost as though she were hovering above herself, as Midas closed once again with bursting ability. His teeth snaked forward towards her, ample warning offered ahead of that strike which soon came, and Africa felt the sting of his half-closed bite grasp the warm skin lining her cheek. The bruising blow was placed and she fought the pain inflicted while the attack was still in motion, involuntarily wrenching her face from his grip; from the hot stale breath which flooded her nostrils, and the gaze which seemed all the more haunting so intimately nearby. Her skin pulled clear of his teeth and she grimaced, plunging her fore-quarters away from his reach.

Perhaps she would endeavour to better the few skills she possessed at a later time; or maybe she just simply was not a capable warrior to begin with. Either way, as the young grey swept with staggering strides from her Sulatan’s location, Africa thought groggily that it would be many weeks before the fatigue of this spar wore off enough for her to consider trying again.

Words: 591
Attack: (3,3)
Defense: (1,1)
HP: 14.5
OOC: Thank you so much for the spar Angel. You are so talented, meep….

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