The brindled lady - wait, no, she isn't even deserving of such a title, the pyhsco more fittingly, strides off, away from the stone and marble partial enclosure and into a clearing of grass. The words before she spoke rung in the child's mind. "But I'm afraid that you may have to. Because I want it." . She resists a flinch. Her next phrase was even more frightening, but Abishia hid her fear, replacing it with a confident lift of her chin, watching the crazy one as she speaks. The childe scoffs, a smirk curling the tips of her velvetines. Slowly, the fear ebbs away. She is smaller. But more experienced. I've never fought, but I won't let her know that. I gatta let her believe I am even crazier than she is (if that is even possible). Who gives a shit if she wants my horn. That bitch can have it. The brindled turns, words falling from her maw - evil, dark, poisonous, a threat to the young child, one she accepts without struggle. "COME AND FIGHT ME!" Now, she full on laughs. This bitch actually wants to fight? What the hell. How immature (and crazy) is she to attack one that is so much younger, and so much more inexperienced. Doesn't she have any sense (well, obviously enough to buy her a ticket onto the crazy train!) to at least handle herself properly. Hell, the scent of water and moss clings to her blood-stained pelt. Battle between herd mates? Wouldn't that be shamed? She speaks again, and Abishia nods slightly, waiting for her to finish speaking.
"You don't have to say it twice," She growls, her face twisting into some ... what the fuck even is that - who knew a kid could look that scary, and fucked up. "I'm not a coward" She laughs, a low, deep laugh. Creepy. She starts at a slow walk, her heart thumping against her chest, worry starting to rise in her throat like bile, but she swallows it. Confidently, she stops a few paces before the weirdo, looking her up and down, sizing her up. Smaller, but experienced. Has a cat. Probably has magic. Safest to be on guard and watching for any hints of magic use, or whatever. And I gatta keep my eye on the cat. She keeps a hark turned outward to focus on the feline, the other turned toward the blood-stained. Gaze sets on the crazy. "Very well." She smirks again, another giggle drawing out of her maw. She takes a couple steps forward, now about a half horse-length away from the other. One hark stil trained on the feline, she acts as if she is going to take another step, but mid step, she flicks out her hoof, quite hard, aiming to her breast - and at the same time, she lurches forward, pearls bared to hopefully latch onto the girl's maw.
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Abishia accepts the challenge and walks forward, once she is about 3 feet from Histe, she flings out her front right hoof, aiming low to Histe's chest, almost a second after, she outstretches her maw, snapping her jaw to hopefully clamp onto Histe's nostril/lip ]
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your eyes are dead [abishia]
