H I S T E

Anger. Dark, searing, scathing rage rippled throughout the mare's entire being, ricochetted off of bones, muscle, sinew, and magnified itself to a level that the mare had never before experienced. Fights had always been a game for her and she would play along, taking hits and throwing them back with no real goal other than to hurt her opponent. But this was no game. This was something more and Histe didn't just want to hurt Einarr. She wanted to rip his soul from his body. She wanted to beat him into the ground until he was nothing more than a mixture of broken bones, blood, and obliterated organs. She wouldn't even do him the honor of devouring his heart. No. It would rot in the sun before she touched it.

The bastard turned and the bite she wanted to crush his windpipe landed on his meaty ass. She growled agrily, ears flattening against her head as she aimed her hooves at his legs. One hoof struck true and she began to growl again because she wanted so desperately to peel the skin away from his legs. Histe was unable to hold onto Einarr as the stallion reacted to her attack. She snorted in surprise, her head jerking back as his hooves struck her chest. Air wooshed out of her lungs and she found herself struggling to suck in a breath to make her lungs expand again. That.... that fucking hurt but it was nothing compared the gaping, bleeding hole in her soul that had belonged to Merikh.

"You." She rasped, eyes flashing wildly. "YOU FUCK HARDER THAN YOU FIGHT." And she threw herself forward again, her gait faltering because of the strained muscles from her earlier fall and the most recent kick to her chest. Her muscles protested but Histe listened to no one, not even her body. She would keep going until her goal of murdering Einarr was accomplished. She howled angrily as he took to the air. He wasn't very high but the mere idea that he might even attempt to flee was more than maddening. Oh, but he wasn't going to flee; he was going to attack from the air and Histe could see it coming, but being the stubborn and slightly stupid mare that she was she stood her ground and even reared up to grab at his tail to try and yank him down.

"GET BACK DOWN HERE!" She screeched only moments before Einarr's hooves slammed into her neck. The force of it reverberated into her skull and she was sure that she felt her teeth rattling. The blinding rage she felt made the mare shake off the hit, her adrenaline not allowing her to feel the vertebrae in her neck that cracked! under the force of the hit.

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