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12-03-2013, 08:12 PM
E R I S
A voice speaks to her, the tone is light and friendly. Eris lets out a girlish giggle, and turns too look over the dark mare. "Circuta." Eris chuckles once agin as her blue eyes are settled on the supple form of The Asylum's Spy. She was quite a the pretty thing, it would be a shame to muss her pretty hair. "I really should have known." The mare bows her head as the option to dance is presented. "I'll take lead." Then the dance began. The spy of The Asylum begins to pick up her pace which cases Eris to smirk. The dove was actually going for it. Not once do her eyes move from the target. With the elegance of a true lady, the mare Eris had come to respect begins to make her move. Circuta's hooves brush along the ground, her movements are enchanting, sweet and gentle. The Empress knows that to win this fight, she will have to use their height differences to her advantage. Being the shorter one in the battle had, at times, proven most useful. The great crown upon Circuta's head began to take aim, Eris grins as she sees the mare's plan unfolding. The entire left hand side of Eris' body could soon be coming under fire. Knowing that the horn would most likely come into contact with the area around her ribs, The Empress plants her front hooves firmly on the ground. The spy of the Asylum has to bend down to make contact with Eris' body...would she be expecting to reach up? No. Waiting until the very last moment was painful, Eris was used to taking action. Still, she would wait...wait until...NOW! Her back hooves lift from the ground, The Empress' goes against gravity to avoid the attack for the Spy, there is power, precision and grace in her movements. As her back bends and almost her entire body soared upwards Eris can't help but feel smug. At first The Empress thought she was home free, that she had evaded that purple horn completely, however after a moment The Empress felt it's bite. Along her side there was now a scrape. The sharp point of the horn had done it's work, her flesh had broken and given way to the slick shape of the horn. The damage had been done from just below her ribs, towards her back left bicep in a diagonal movement. Hissing in pain the Empress held herself in the air for a few moments longer. The following bite had also made contact, although it had missed her croup entirely and instead Circuta's delicate teeth had grazed on the tender mussels around her leg. Angry now, yet at the same time feeling the pleasure of pain, Eris had retaliation on her mind. The attacks had not been particularly vicious, Eris decided after she made her attack, she would scald the dark raven for going easy on her. Only a few seconds had come to past before the Empress could feel gravity taking control once again, she let it help mould her attack. After all he Spy was just waiting. It was almost too easy. Swinging her back legs around to the left, Eris aimed to scape the back of her hooves down Circuta's left shoulder. Tensing her rump and back legs, Eris forced her self to come absolutely crashing back down to the earth. It was all so much fun, after all, The Empress was still smirking. As her body came soaring back to the earth, her mind was ticking, ready to really get bloody with the spy. Once Eris was safety on the ground again, she decided that she too would sneak in another attack. Her mouth opened, teeth bared and the Empress whipped her head around. An eye for an eye...kind of. Eris was now attempting to rip a chuck of flesh off from the Spy's belly with her teeth. Eris wanted blood to fill her mouth, she wanted to feel the warmth and sample the iron...the rusty taste of Circuta's life blood. Blue eyes were wide but still focused on their target and Eris hoped that when the smirk returned to her face, it would be a bloody one. "Come on!" Snarled Eris after. "Hit me hard!" " " Words :: 717 [800 max] Post :: [1 | 3] They built my city on top of a grave, Now the dead roam the street like a rotting parade, Quarantined and forgotten for days, These are the stories of those who have gotten away |
