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08-20-2012, 02:51 AM
Anger, skin, teeth, blood, and pain were all things which registered in rapid fire. Firstly, she registered his outrage at her dodging of his attack. Secondly, she had to close herself off to his mind immediately after that so she wasn’t overcome with his blind anger. Right after that, without any time to really think, she finds that her attack has been somewhat thwarted, that there is hair and skin and in her teeth and that it all tastes horrible. She should feel happy about such a success, but instead she finds that her teeth are slightly throbbing from the attack. Stupid, bloody males, thinks Gossamer. No one ever bothered to tell her that even when you won an attack it still hurt. Battling males must all be so macho to never admit to their own discomfort when dealing a blow to an opponent.
She didn’t have long to contemplate this however, because then he was moving again, and she had to follow. It was a dangerous dance now, no longer an angry Waltz. The partners were no longer merely grumpy, but fighting in an all out Tango of destruction. One wrong move and a skirt will rip, a toe lost, a tie ruined, and it all depended upon minding the steps already laid out in the routine. However, the steps were subject to change, as always steps were. Like now for instance, as Gossamer is watching his muscles flex and finding she has no clue what he plans. That would be when the scene ceases its rapid fire feel.
He moves clearly then, neck tucked, and she sees he aims to pivot towards her body. So she pirouettes gracefully with him, though clearly without enough speed. While she manages to maintain their parallel condition rather well, he manages to get that bite to scrape down the side of her left barrel. It is jarring, awakening, painful, and it makes her squeal in anger. He removes the hair, breaks some skin, and makes it feel as if she’s just rammed into a scraping rock wall. While he’s ripping of her dance tights and breaking sweet skin though, she aims a rapid bite of her own at his left side again. Should she strike true, it would hit his barrel, his back, or his hip, depending upon where the attack landed. There is a pain shortly after this. It is not from the bite. It starts out small, deep inside, and feels like a warm tingle. But it quickly grows until she is certain her insides must be boiling like an egg which has fallen from the nest and lay roasting in the sun.
For the moment of space between the simultaneously aimed bites and whatever movements will follow, a scream of pure agony erupts from between her velvet lips at a nearly deafening loudness. No scream is like that of a woman in pain. So great is this unearthly pain that vision almost ceases, breathing almost stops, and her mind is reduced to purely primal reactions. She realizes, as she screams, that her daughter is in love with a stallion that is truly a monster, the epitome of evil, and she is saddened.
In this same moment of space, Lazulli shuts himself off from the pain which is about to wash over his love. He dives from his hidden perch within the branches of an overhanging tree where he has been sitting since his initial, loud arrival. He aims straight and true and makes sure to keep himself slow and controlled enough that he can move and adjust to sudden movements. With the eyes of a lifetime, experienced hunter he locks on to his target and parts his maws to unleash hell upon the bastard who dared to try and hurt his bonded. Forget ripping ties and breaking toes, why not set the bloody things on fire? Lazulli aimed the metal melting liquid fire towards the stallion’s right side. Should the stallion move upwards at all, in a higher rear or something of the sort, his lower right shoulder and leg would get burned. Should he move down at all, his full shoulder and withers area would get burned and possibly some mane as well. Should the stallion move forward he would become burned along his barrel, should he back up his neck, and lastly, should he turn to look, his face would be burned. Possibly. Lazulli will not be tricked into harming his love, however.
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Gossamer pirouettes/pivots/aka matches his circle so his teeth scrape her barrel quite firmly. All hair removed, some blood drawn. At the same time he gets in this bite though, she aims another at his left side depending upon where it hits the bite may be harmful or easy/light(if it hits). She is almost blinded by the blood boiling pain and reduced to only minor defense. However, this causes Lazulli to come in at the same time from his perch in a tree, which is where he's been the whole fight after his entrance, and he unleashes his full fire-ey efforts upon paladin. The fire could be avoided, but Lazulli has control over his speed and as such will more easily adjust to movements. Should Paladin look, his face will possibly be burned. Move forward, and his barrel could be burned. Move backwards, his neck/mane area. Up, his lower shoulder/leg area. Down, his upper shoulder/withers area with maybe some mane if you so choose. The last sentence is just saying that Lazulli will decrease intensity so as to not harm Gossamer should Paladin evade, aka, won't hurt Gossamer.}
