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Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light. The perfidious decent of the dragon, is graceful, deadly and beautiful. Avoiding the first breath of flame was a terribly short lived victory. Eyes are not removed from the stallions skull, bitter disappointment fills her for a moment. The last controlling command to the dragon had been inspired by a previous attack it had done to her. After all, she did not understand the creature. The scorching breath of the dragon can not be avoided, while the horrendous stallion still charged. The fiery kisses scald her back, the first bout of pain is excruciating. Flinching to the left to get away from the pain does only a little good for her back, but it does stop her shoulders from burning. The scream that tears it's way through her throat is so animalistic, for a moment Arah does not realise it is her creating the noise. Eyes blur as the pain takes ahold of her, the fight to remain in control of her own body began. As the initial bite of pain wavers and dies, she is left with a smouldering pain along her back. Blinkinging furiously, she tries to clear her gaze of the tears that leave her eyes hazy, but it does nothing to soothe the searing of her back. They say 'only a man who's been burned knows what hell is truly like.' Now Arah understands. A sickening thud echoes through the area, finally the dragon is removed from the battle. 'Now, prove you're the warrior you claim to be,' her mind whispers full of venomous and indignant rage. Finally she would see his worth without his lizard. Patience is a virtue and hers clearly outweighs his for the alarming bulk of the ebony stallion still charged, clearly impatient to strike the next blow like the caveman he was. The doe's hooves rest on the rocky ground she had cleared from ice and mud previously. A war cry bursts from his muzzle, in turn Arah locks her joints to brace herself against his attack, her back screams in agony. He, at the last moment before they collide, throws his weight to her left, she tries to follow the movement with her eyes and antlers. Pleasure fills her as a part of her plan is successful, her left antler enters his chest and drags down to his shoulder. Oh how the agony must be taking a hold of him, her thoughts are vicious and cruel, so out of character. Her thoughts are tainted because of the pain and terror her girls have experienced at the hands of his master. The mere thought of her girls is enough to make Arah continue through the pain. The memories urge her to push through the pain. Her hindquarters ache, face stings and now her back is rippling in pain, but she will continue to fight. Her gut curls in the heat of anger, this battle was going down quickly. Arah wanted to see it through to the end, more so she had to win, for her girls. They needed her now. The hellish beast slams on his brakes, in turn Arah barely has time to avoid his attack. Hooves pick up from the ground, their target must be her face, experience has taught her as much. Just as his huge and deadly hooves are about to make contact with her head, Arah ducks under the attack. Such an attack could mean death for her because of his difference in size. Lowering her neck and head, this attack the doe manages to almost completely avoid. Merely clipping her antlers, Arah does not have time to even draw in a breath of relief before pain rockets through her body again. Rotten and yellow teeth sink into the flesh of her left hind leg. The pain is enough to make her tear her limb away from his mouth. At least by coming close to bite at her leg the brute unwittingly opens his head up for attack. Before their height differences made it almost impossible to lash out at his head, the most vital thing to protect in a fight. Turning her body quickly to the left, she faces away from the brute who remains behind her. Her legs and rear lift ready to attack. Gravity had to come in soon, and mind over matter could not keep her from ignoring the pain that ravaged her body relentlessly, never letting her forget that this was a worthy opponent. Her back hooves kick out at his face, attempting to smash in his skull and ruin his mind forever. She does not realise that in this position, he can easily topple her over. Inexperience is what drives her, as she has never been knocked over before, she does not realise the danger she places herself in. " " Words :: 799 [800 max] Post :: [3 | 4] As snowy pointed out I made a mistake. So in her attack Arah is supposed to turn to the right not the left. By turning to the right Trya would be behind he allowing her to kick out with her back hooves. I've left the mistake in my original post so everyone can see where I was an idiot. |
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