Muscles bunched in anticipation as she waited for the black and blue mare. Cloven toes spread for better traction on the spongy ground. Pale eyes danced around until, finally, she rested her eyes on the approaching mare. The white hot swell of anger burst in her breast, but with even breathing she tamed the beast. She knew better than to succumb to her emotions. She needed to stay stoney, to keep control of her mind at all times. The slightest flicker of uncontrolled emotion could throw this entire advance to the sea. Everything around Aviya seemed to fade away as she watched the bitch approach. The time it took to mare to walk to Aviya gave the daughter of darkness time to analyze her opponent. There were very few outward differences between them. Sialia was a few inches taller than her, less than a hand, but she did not outweigh her in muscle. She did seem thicker than Aviya to a certain point, however, and that was evidence of the delicate arabian blood that ran through Aviya's body. Aviya smirked and lowered her head some, hoping the her desert ancestors would give her an upper hand in agility against this warmblood bitch. However, the dueling pair would be matched well today, and Aviya was not dismayed. Her parents had taught her well, and the medical mates were not shy in teaching their daughter how to end a life. Aviya was bred and born for power, and today she would exert it and take this land by storm. Her name would be whispered by all who she passed, and she would be looked down at no more. She was equal to no one. These peons were below her--unicorn or not--and she would remind all who chose to watch this encounter today.

Sialia squared herself up and spoke, but Aviya did not hesitate. In her stillness, her magic had pooled at her hoves, covering them in a thick layer of untamed fog. She launched herself for the mare, white stockinged back legs propelling her forward powerfully with the fog trailing behind her. She moved in a controlled burst of speed, moving her body to the right side as she attempted to close the distance between her and Sialia. As she surged forward, Aviya's ears tucked into her frosted mane tightly to protect from wandering teeth and her chin tucked to aim her weapon with ease. When she assumed she was in the perfect proximity to Sialia, Aviya slammed on the brakes. Her hips tucked and her hindquarters bunched as stiff ground beneath her held her weight in place. Her smokey black body twisted and she attempted to knock into Sialia, her front hooves leaving the ground. She kept her head low, however, attempting to whip her horn over Sialia's body. Her glass weapon--marred by the memory of her demigod half brother--suddenly surged upward as she lifted her chin. Her intent was to slice up the point Sialia's left shoulder and up into the length of her neck. When Aviya's horn was thrusted up after her attempted slicing, the mare continued her forward movement. Quickly, her pale face jutted out, her powerful arched neck springing into life as she attempted to bite at Sialia's left-side neck and face.

The Doctor's daughter pushed forward still, her back legs pushing off the spongy ground to propel her with practices skill. She wanted to crowd Sialia, to take over her senses and make her move her legs. Black, cloven front hooves aimed high in her advance forward, hoping to scrape harshly over delicate knees and cannons. Aviya knew she did not hold the power in her front legs to crush the bones of Sialia's legs, but oh, how she wanted to. She wanted to feel the pool of blood in her mouth--Sialia's blood--and mix the iron-like taste around on her tongue before spitting it onto the ground to show the Basin this mare's place beneath Aviya's hooves. Her mind flashed with her memories of the north, of the darkness, and of the wraiths she demolished in her wake. The demons were furious--always--and attacked without trajectory and precision. She doubted Sialia would share this same demeanor, but the rage in the bitch's cerulean eyes gave Aviya hope that she would lose herself to the anger, that she would trip up, and Aviya would take hold of her life between her crushing teeth. Focusing ahead, Aviya sent her fog upwards in an attempt to gather it in Sialia's line of vision. She singled her desires into the fog, hoping to use her magic to control Sialia's mouth up and away from biting Aviya, and thus, protecting the smokey mare from the blue and black sword on Sialia's brow.





[Sialia Challenge | For: Dominance | PC: 1/4 | WC: 790 | @[Sialia] |:: [Magic: DarkxLight | Ability to use mind control via hypnotizing fog ]
:: [Restrictions | Must have permission from the victim in non-battle threads. In battle this takes immense concentration and is difficult to maintain; opponent can fight against the mind control to a reasonable degree] ]