How she hates him. How she wishes to see his body bloodied and lifeless in a pool of acid rain that would sizzle and eat at his flesh until it either melted away or the puddle disappeared into the ground. His goading is ignored by the hardest if only because Histe knew that he would be eating his words when he felt the first sting of the rain that she knew he both hated and feared. "What's wrong?" She asked in a sickeningly sweet voice when the dunskin stopped his frolicking and looked up toward the sky. She laughed, a shrill sound that would make any sane horse's skin crawl. "Poor little master, scared of a little rain. Are you going to piss yourself? I can see it in your eyes." Calling it nothing more than rain was a lie, but to Histe that was all it was. The sting of it was no more painful than the bite of a fly or a mosquito, and she had the dragonfire that had burned her nerve endings to thank for such a dulled sense of pain.
In her mind the thundering of her hooves against the increasingly wet ground reminded her of thunder. She is thunder. With each step the rain falls harder and she pushes her body to run faster, to ignore the injured ankle, and reach the same speed she had when she'd bowled into Circuta and knocked the paralyzed mare into the acidic mud. Histe was caught by surprise when Ricochet moved instead of being paralyzed in place like he should have been by Merikh's scream. How could the magic have not worked on him? The cougar was just as shocked and angry at the surprise as his bonded was. "Merikh, the mutt! Kill it!" Histe barked as she tried to dodge Ricochet's hooves because she knew she would not be able to just stop. The ground had begun to slippery with rain and she would end up sliding into the ass muncher's hooves head first. So her course veered to her left and his hooves caught along her shoulder and effectively slowed her.
The desire to cow-kick at Rico's forelegs was strong, but there was something else that Histe wanted to do more. She may have been crazy and fought like a mad woman, but she didn't fight without thinking. As she veered past Ricochet she slowed enough so she could buck at him, but she attempted to scoop a bit of mud with her hooves and throw it at Ricochet. The acid rain in the mud, she thought, would still sting and would cling to his body. If she could get some of the mud to hit him in the face, preferably his eyes, she hoped it would blind him and just make him hurt. Her speed and the injured ankle come into play, though, and she found she could not completely support her weight and she nearly hit the ground, but a scrabbling of limbs kept her from doing so because she was able to catch and maintain her balance, but not without further injury to her ankle.
The rain began to slack from a downpour to a drizzle, but it did what Histe had intended it to do. She had remembered Ricochet's magic from their first scuffle, remembered how he made the dust explode. Without dust and only wet, sticky, acidic mud what could he do? With the slackening of the rain Merikh was able to see more clearly and found the mutt that Histe had instructed him to find running toward her. The cougar growled and bounded toward the mutt, teeth and claws aimed to rip the stupid animal apart. He'd let Histe give the dog's head to his master as a gift if they didn't kill him, too.
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[JUDGED] We'll Burn Together [Histe]
