No Time for Lies and Empty Fights
In no time at all, another had approached.
Hector’s long, swinging stride carried him towards the centre of the puddly arena and he did not immediately notice the tiny chestnut creature’s appearance behind him as he turned to search the perimeter for opportunity. The rain beat steadily all around, constantly, drowning out soft breath as it neared, and also the soft swish of neat hooves chopping through the slushy sand floor. When he did finally find her sleek, slight frame through the dense curtain and evening shadow, bright orange gaze narrowed critically, unsure as to why she was just there.
Veci stumbled feverishly towards her with reckless abandon, licking metaphorical lips with ravenous intent. He was desperate after so long spent behaving, to penetrate her unsuspecting mind and become the greatest of her fears – no matter how weak the attempt. But Hector intervened diligently...
No!
...And golden-red eyes flashed warningly as stained teeth snapped through the rain. The Boggart snarled sullenly in response, spilling instead into an indiscernible pool of wretchedness near the stranger’s petite hooves.
As Hector turned his attention then to the small mare waiting, his gaze softened remarkably, apologetically even. She smiled; a charming face even with the dull hue of night’s mask across it, and not for one second did she strike him as the bloodthirsty type. Weight shifted as he loomed above awkwardly with burnt-brown ears wavering still higher. Dröm introduced herself, though he strained forward to hear, to try to make sense of her exotic tongue. Horns dared ever closer atop a skull riddled with old blemishes and scarring - once a gruesome, bloody product of war, now sleek and he thought, beautiful.
It was hopeless, Hector had no idea what the fair horse wanted - that she had given her name, and nostrils purged a brisk, uncomfortable snort. You are in the way butterfly...
Veci sneered, thoroughly taken by her apparent ability to bother the generally composed Tribrid.
She seemed to the tawny giant, to be gazing up with unnerving desire and he thought he detected the same in her tone, the words which rolled from her lips as thick, foreign drawl. Then suddenly it occurred to him as he was turning vaguely the sounds she was making over and over and over in his mind, what perhaps she had asked of him.
"You want me ... to fight you?" he asked almost gravely, swallowing hard a surge of contemptuous laughter as it bubbled in his throat; torn between the hilarity of the situation, the utter ridiculousness of their pairing, and fear for the delicate looking woman’s life. There seemed to be an air of determination about her though that made his gut squirm - she certainly lacked the anxiousness that he had wholly expected to see overwhelm her.
Veci...
The Boggart lifted from his miserable wallowing, interested instantly.
Frighten her away...
It pained Hector to give such an instruction and his teeth clenched with remorse. Beside him she appeared as nothing larger than a child, wet, cold and perhaps lonely despite the undulating population around them. The Dragon-Warrior still wasn’t certain why she had picked him – his plan was to visit the island briefly and then return to the task given by the Wildfire. Arm wrestling pretty maidens in the mud was not high on his list of priorities, and with a guilty, cringing smile teasing his quivering lips, Hector waited.
Only a moment later, Veci had risen between them; vaporous form swelling gleefully as maliciousness choked out the strength of his bonded’s mind – even if Hector had thought twice about the decision, the ghost had blocked him, refusing to heed any further word. He sought to enter her through a breath - an innocent enough process it would seem, and realistically something her life depended upon. She was perhaps undeserving of such a cruel act, but the creature cared little for any other than the stallion who stood fidgeting reluctantly nearby. Like oxygen, he planned to sail down her trachea and spill forth into her lungs, filling them... But air he was not and surely the unsuspecting mare would realise the shortness of her breath, the suffocation, even before he had burst back up through her windpipe into the rain, dragging with him any air that remained.
It was a warning, though one Hector regretted immensely. With a heavy heart, he wished that she would notice quickly her error and run...
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Note: Veci used Suffocate | can draw the air out of another's lungs, making them feel like they cannot breathe
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[JUDGED] Thrills and Spills | Dröm
