Biru

It was as if he was in that dark room again, blindly running around in the pit, desperately trying to free himself. The ropes and traps were keeping him from moving, and he had only one-way of getting out- killing her. As soon as this delusion crossed his mind, Anna was screeching from the other side. She was bleating and rearing but to no avail, she could do absolutely nothing. Something in Biru felt like he could feel something, or that he could hear a faint voice. Yet, nothing could pull his attention away he needed to kill before he could get out. He had to prove himself worthy of seeing light for another day.

Even the clacking of hooves against shoulders was nothing to the pain he was thinking about inflicting on his opponent. As he reared up, all he could think was to push. Around him, all the spikes, all the bear traps, all the chains, they were begging for the painted mare to fall on them. He thought it would be so easy, yet, all of these extra things were not real. He was not in the dark, nor was he surround by a vast multitude of traps. But that would not keep reality from returning.

But this new feeling, oh it was quite exquisite. His horn slid delicately, the golden red twist returning bathed in the blood of his enemy. One droplet slid delicately off his horn, before sliding down his face, in its wake, leaving a darkened stain on the face of the already darkened soul. Then the poor beauty tried to slip backwards… like she thought she would escape!

He watched, with wicked laughter as she came down hard on her leg. And too add to that! It seemed the poor girl was injuring herself with her own teeth! Another cackle of thunder rumbled from his chest as he watched the poor thing, landing solidly, and perfectly on his own hooves. All he could do was stand there and watch. Annabelle tried to bleat again, tired to warn, but nothing could pull this maniac out of his visions.

The bloodied damsel then thought she could attack. Nuhuh! You can’t attack you poor girl, you might as well go home to your parents. No use ruining the only few unflawed things that remained in tact.

But alas, the feisty girl would not give up. Oh well, more pain to inflict my dear, more rights to ensure he would survive another night. However, the girl was not a complete invalid… yet. As she was reaching out, Biru slammed his hooves backwards, attempting to keep out of Cheveyo’s reach. Yet, the bloody toothed mare snapped down upon his chest, creating a blossom of pain. As her teeth slid off, he could feel an odd pulsing. He was still alive!

He could feel the blood coursing through his body. Beating at an astoundingly heavy rate when it reached his chest and shoulders- obviously because of the bruising. That would not stop the warrior though, no, he had much bigger plans for this girl. Hoping she was still in front of him, and face near his knees, Biru reared up, hoping that the force of his knees into her face would make her chop her tongue off more, or cause an incredible mouth pain. As he felt his body falling back towards the earth, he even attempted to kick out, and injure the front of the girl’s body. She could not walk out of here unscathed, oh no. If it were up to him, she would die before she would set foot out of this damned trap.

@[Cheveyo] || 604 Words || 3/3 attacks || 0/1 Defense

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