[JUDGED] Buried by the sands of the hourglass

Maren the Crownless Posts: 264

Outcast atk: 5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6

Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.0 :: 6 HP: 70 | Buff: NOVICE

Mr. Teatime :: Siberian Tiger :: Sing Yewrezz

03-07-2015, 11:58 AM

M A R E N

"We've been here forever
And here's the frozen proof
I could scream forever
We are the poisoned youth."

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The dust fell around them as if the desert was falling apart. She had managed to bite the frosted mare's withers, pinching the flesh between her frustrated teeth. But Ophelia moved away to swiftly for the tigermare to cut through. Her left hoof felt heavy with the thumping muscles above her pastern, weighing it down. She had once again found ground again, then moved to bump her body into her opponent. Her wings were not meant for flight, but with their size and weight she imagined them being much easier to control than the big-shots that could be sweeping through the currents, high up in the air. No, her wings were meant for the subtle and crafty – surprising purposes.

As she was now brushing her feathers along the melting ice that were Ophelia's sweating cheeks, there was no caring intention present, no timid, careful stroking. These long feathered fingers could be a soft caress, a touch of the sweetest kind - They were able to hold what felt lost, cold and anguished with comforting grace. But not right now. Right now she could only hope she had punctured something with their pointy ends. Whether they had or had not, she could not know, for as much as they impersonated hands, she could still not feel anything with them but the air they moved.

The tigermare had managed to bring Ophelia to a stumble by having her knocked out of balance for a moment. Unfortunately straight after, the sly Forsaken used Maren's own move against her, bumping into her, almost as if she was trying to make the point that her height still overpowered hers. In a sudden movement, the striped mare's leg jumped up as one all but soft hoof clashed and ran alongside her earlier dirt-colored canon; now adorned with a texture of red sprinkles and ripples... – Stings and bruised muscles included. She gasped as the impulses broke through in her brain, breathing in the dust. As she coughed against the desert dust in her dry throat while she moved on with a limping left fore-leg.

The hit earlier combined with this one had taken its toll. With her slowed movements she was obliged to think more carefully about her attacks, for bucking and any swift turns would only work against her. But alas, she could not take her fine time thinking strategy in the heat of the battle, so whilst she was still next to the taller standing Ophelia, Maren's chapped lips parted once again to reveal teeth. She lowered her head, curled her neck where ears lay flat, and with eyes sparkling fierce, attempted a new bite. This one aimed at the muscles around her windpipe above her shoulder.

Then Ophelia the Forsaken suddenly moved herself from the tigermare's side and turned around in a rear. In the swiftness of the moment Maren's eyes glanced upwards and saw the unicorn's weapon glimmering in the sunlight, the spear's narrowing ending barely even visible against the light. Then the Forsaken came down. Maren tried to move away, but she was not fast enough for the sword that cut into her flesh, drawing a whole new red, but horizontal, stripe-marking on her shoulder. She groaned, pained, as she moved her body away, but by doing so only making the cut worse. Red leaked from the wound, mixing with the sweat that covered her thin summer-coat. Having finally escaped and having created just enough space between them, she glanced over her shoulder with eyes now crowned by a frown. She forced herself to overcome and forget the wounds she would have to bear with, for she would not let herself lose focus because of them. Scrambling together resulting energy, she took a deep breath. As she started to move again, she let out her mists, for she hoped, with the already present clouds of sand, they would mix together; forming a veil the tigermare could hide under until she could attack in surprise. So while charging, she let out her breath with the thick fog it now carried, let it spread out and mix with the dust as it left her lips. She knew it would evaporate quickly – was already doing so. So she acted quickly while she continued to add to the disappearing mists. And then Maren just went for it, as it was – as much as she hated to even think it – her last resort. So jumping out of a - hopefully - thick enough curtain, she put her weight on her back-legs and reared towards the mare. Her front hooves (but mostly her right one) desperately hoping to hit the right-facing hips of the pale Lady hard, for she wanted – No, needed to return the favor for the ugly, stinging and burning shoulder-wound.

[3/3, @[Ophelia]
Summary: • Got shoved by Ophelia and then scraped her left fore-canon, causing her to limp. • Attempts bite at the muscles around her wind-pipe (not at her windpipe, that is too severe if it'd hit - I guessed - for a training spar) • Got punctured and cut by Ophelia's horn. • Used her mists, mixed it with the already present dust to hopefully create a surprise attack: Leaping at her and slamming her front-hooves at her, aimed at her hip. ]

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Thanks for the teaching notes! They are quit helpful! <3 She did bleed by the way from Ophelia's last bite: "It stung, but it faded quickly as it was nothing compared to the red-sweating bruises on her side." Maybe it was to vague, though.

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