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Oh how she leans in to the gold, drawn like Icarus to the sun, or like moths to a flame. Even he can not hide the feelings pulling her so close to him, and the grin upon his lips twists and curls. Those emerald eyes flash and she pulls forward and passes around him, dancing on her black dipped legs. The pink winged repeats his name, bowing like the king’s mistress before his bed. We must be humble to our subjects of course, so the twin horns dip to her with every ring of superiority and pride held in that dark heart. Again the girl ‘rounds him, as sizzling electricity begins to awaken his nerves. Front hoof lifts as paws the air with the energy that began to pinball within him. A good trick, a lady who knows how to play, and the heat of her body in this icy chasm was all just a little too much. So when her invitation came, it could not be turned down as the others had. No, this little king’s mistress would certainly find herself busy.
Spanish neck curves back to her with earth eyes sparking a wild flare. He chuckles low, “Let’s see what’s under the hood.” The golden son winks at her, knowing exactly where her mind would go. Oh but the gold has something different planned. So get your mind out of the gutter and bring out those big guns.
The air is a blaze with their tension, and no longer could the gold stand it. Forelegs burst up into a half rear, and vanilla locks are sent flying as the gold shakes free, embracing the electricity and making it his own. Adrenaline flooded his veins, becoming a compostable elixir when combined with the golden son’s pride. A roar of war lifted from that beast and split across the ice walls.
A spar was a still a spar though, though there was no loosing this one. Trapped in the arch’s ceilings the girl could not raise very high, and icy floor was nearly as deadly as blades in places. The golden had home court advantage. For weeks he had been training out on the Steepe in ice and snow, and cloven hooves, like those of mountain goats had the advantage. In fact, the first time the gold had met this woman was out on the Steppe. She’d woken him, disturbing his peace, now he would destroy hers. Lifted up into a half rear the golden flashes her a look through his white flying hairs, then let the electricity explode.
Neck curves away from her, pulling his body into a curve away. Then, far hind pushes straight, and the gold’s barred shoulder blade shot out towards where the pinked winged had been standing moments ago. It was as if he was answering her hidden begging wishes to feel his skin against her’s at last. Fore hooves reach out in front of him in a lunge, pulling his body out and straight again by aiming to land a yard or two before her own hooves. If their body’s did not meet his hooves would catch him, but if they did the spring back would help catch him. A madness was possessing this golden son in the release of energy and is ruptured forth in a twisted dark laughter.
First cloven hoof lands on a thick patch of ice, and the laughter dies down quickly as the gold’s hoof slides. The second hoof lands more squarely and catches a rougher patch of the ice and grips. Back legs were already lifting up to come forward. For a moment the world paused as the golden feared slipping on this surface. Luck was on his side though. A rock captive of the ice stops his hoof’s ice skating career. The grin returns as solid footing was found for both of his fores, just as his weight shifted forward. The ice was upon his side, and it would not let its new golden son fall. So that next move was not entirely planned, but completely unavoidable.
With the end of panic came endorphins, and another surge of adrenaline. It was too much to land quietly with, so that brown stripped back curls upward more, and those golden hinds go flying out and up. It could be near her head, but the gold carried not about the damages. He was a power force, ready to let loose on this girl who proved she could keep up with his mind. Now was the time to see if she could keep up with him a physically, but if not, well then, that’s just more to tease and taunt her on later. The gold needed to see though. He needed to know if she too felt that electric surge.
ATTACK :: 1/3 +closing defense
TAG :: @[Arvakl]
WC :: 799
INJURY :: None
MAGIC AND COMPANIONS :: Yes
UNLIMITED TIME :: Yes
NOTE:: PERMISSION GIVEN to state Arvakl was beside him at the start of the fight, and to start it in the Arch. I GIVE PERMISSION for Silk to choose which side Arvakl's on and to move it just outside of the Arch if she chooses.
SETTING :: Inside the Arch around mid-day on a cool Orangemoon afternoon. Inside the arch looks like this only with rocks on the floor instead of crystals. The height of this particular place in the Arch allows for Arvakl to fly up fifteen feet unrestricted, after that, there may be stalactites of ice. There are sharp, smooth and rough places on the ice. Outside the Arch is rocky and pebbly with ice patches as well.
SUMMARY :: Thranduil half rears, and curves away from Arvakl (which ever side she chooses) then kicks off towards her, hoping to strike her shoulder blade with his. He turns it into a lunge to land in front of her, but slips, caught only by a rock stuck in the ice. Feeling lucky he bucks.
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