Maze of Hallways [SS Companion Drop]

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[OPEN] Maze of Hallways [SS Companion Drop]

Hotaru the Valkyrie Posts: 295

Outcast atk: 7 | def: 10.5 | dam: 3

Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3hh :: 6 Years 3 Months HP: 67 | Buff: NOVICE

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#17

10-12-2014, 04:08 PM (This post was last modified: 10-12-2014, 04:09 PM by Hotaru.)

As strong as the seas are stormy.</style>

The screeching and cackling of the woman-bird is...curious. Hotaru doesn't quite know how to react to it, but as the creature leaves her alone- preferring to tangle with the younglings it seemed- so the she-wolf too shall not bother her. The flurry of commotion barely encroaches past the shields of the maze, and the strawberry maiden tuned them out regardless. This was her own personal trial, and she wouldn't let the others bother her. It seemed whatever awaited her didn't seem to desire her potential airheadedness either. For as she traipsed on carefully, trotting warily down the clustered path, the walls and earthen surroundings came to life around her. A snort of surprise escaped pale rose nares, legs dancing as she jerked away from the vines that clutched for her like greedy hands. They tugged on her mane and wrapped round her slim ankles, dragging at her with a violence she had not anticipated.

But she had something they could not counter. Ducking her head she thrashed at the vines with her horn, ripping them and trampling them with the sharp edges of her hooves. Calling to will her armor, she let it slide into place, using the two other horns upon the crown to shred through the foliage as she struggled forward. Surely there had to be a reprieve, an end to the vines up ahead. If not, she certainly wouldn't be dragged down by mere plants. She'd fought her whole life to prove she was strong, that the weakness of her mother's blood had not been passed to her. This would not be where she faltered.

Teeth part to snap at the branches, cracking them beneath blunted teeth as she surges forward with a push of her hindquarters. Shaking her head and prancing free. The she-wolf does not taste fear, only frustration as she springs towards the open space before her, jerking out of the lingering grasp of the branches with a glare and a shake of her armor-clad body. "Creative, at least," she laughed, glancing out of the corner of her eye at the bird woman with a new level of appreciation as she strode towards the middle path this time.

Cuts through the vines with her horn and the horns of her armor, biting the branches. Takes the center path.