| Deceased |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.3 hh :: 15 Years Buff: DANCE |
| Tamme |
From the dawn of time, to the end of days I will have to run, awayI want to feel the pain, and the bitter taste Of the blood on my lips, again
The pain of being burned was something he could not express in coherent, understandable words. Only a thick, heavy groan moved past his lips, and he barked in pain as he closed his singed eyelid. Even though the fire was gone, his skin continued to burn with the agony of a thousand needles, like he had taken to rolling in cactus or a pine tree eighty thousand times and then stood in the middle of a desert. He had to keep moving or he knew that his body would shut down in shock. Already he could feel the lethargy and pain starting to cool is muscles, making moving difficult. In an effort to rid himself of this sensation, he took a flying leap at Gossamer, breaking the start of his shock cycle before it could weigh on him too heavily.
Gossamer must have been distracted by the lingering pain of his magic, and for Paladin this was a blessing, he would take any advantage he could. He feels pressure against his skull as the horn upon his brow slices through her skin, right over her previous wounds. The stallion is in too much pain to enjoy hers; he sees it only as fair retribution. After the rape of his mind and the dragon's fire, Paladin could see only fairness in his actions. Perhaps at the beginning his rage and temper had taken control, but now... she deserved every last strip of agony that leaked from her flesh in crimson form.
The smell of his burning flesh made his stomach churn, and the memories of his father's brutality came flooding back. So many dead; everything burning. Unfortunately, the smell of decaying and burning flesh, raining ash and bloody tears was completely normal, and he felt like crying out to the gods that he had run away from Dorngarrow. Why was it haunting him? It's in you...
He wrenches open the injured, crimson eyeball with a harsh, short bark of pain just in time to see that the white bitch was ignoring his melted flesh for his hips - the only uninjured part of him bloody left! With a sharp turn of his own hips this time, their bodies creating the symbol of infinity with their movements, he manages to escape her ivories with only black hair ripped off. The pain of his hair being removed was like a playful tickle in comparison to the fire that still ached on his shoulder and neck, and he was grateful that he only had to pivot on his forehand to avoid her.
Paladin watched as she remained close to his body, most likely in an effort to minimize him using the most powerful and whole part of his body still left; his muscular haunches. The stallion smirked - clever witch. With his teeth clenched together, he continued shifting on his legs, making sure that he kept moving, though he heavily favored his left side. With a sharp snap, he flashed his teeth at her in hopes of landing a bite, but he knew that she was in a much better place to avoid any physical attack.
Every effort he uses to try and distance himself fails. He is simply too encumbered with the sensation of burning to will himself to move too much, and he feels the anger of his power boiling just beneath his skin. It is ready for him to call at will - eager to burn from the inside out once again. The stallion does not necessarily desire to cause her any more pain, but he needs the distance and he needs to emerge victorious. He did not become this war machine to simply lose because of vicious burns.
With a flash of his crimson eyes, the black dun levels his magic at her again, waiting for a chance to back away once her writhing starts. He knows that it will not feel as painful as before; he is injured and injuries are just fucking distracting. If Paladin could hear her thoughts, he would have to laugh. The stallion did not choose the magic that he had been given; he had been gifted it since birth. Another brutal trait he gained from his father. But you use what you are gifted, especially if that means that you will gain what you desire.
In this case, Paladin's motives are mostly selfless. He wants to better organize the herd, send them forward into a fullscale operation of glory; the lethargy and carelessness he had observed was not all right, and he wanted to change this. And the former leader only knew one way how - lead. The stars were beginning to shine above, encasing the black dun in beautiful darkness. A cool breeze soothed his aching burns.
[Word Count: (796 words)|(4/4) - Avoids her bite by sidestepping. Bites at her, albeit weakly. Uses his magic on her one more time. ;) I want the extra magic point. Haha. ]
ABOVE ALL ELSE, EQUALITY
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