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Will you map me oblivion (Shadow)

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
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Maren

. . . so i go growing roses in the disarray.



She was in misery, angry – hungrily in need for relieving the itch that kept nibbling on her mind. And it was all happening within herself, as if she was the center of gravity and all possible emotions crashed down and exploded at once, its gasses now poisoning her only path to reason. All together it could be called confusion, but somehow she did not find that one single word enough of a dignified description for itthis. So her hooves carried on with their bold movements, ran on through thick forest, skin brushing past bark as she swiftly passed; reckless. She needed an outlet, needed to feel like she was getting away from it – needed a fire to burn in. Just for a moment, just to get the itch replaced by something else. It did not matter what the cost of such cleansing would be. For she could not forever uphold the phantasm that running was a legit way of escaping a corrupt tickling she carried within herself.

At the same time a faraway voice kept screaming at her how ridiculously close she was to finding the answers she was seeking for – the answers that the divine Entities of the Oak had denied her, for her to figure them out herself. Did they not know how much that was destroying her? How much that had left her walking the edge? Maren clenched her teeth. So that voice must be a lie. Nonsense created by the illusions of a venom.

The hues of the world were becoming easier to understand blurs as she sped. Twigs cracked under her heavy hooves, while the branches looming above cast her path in shadows. The tigermare had been searching, for some time now, for that one dark mare; simply guessing where that specific shadow could be lurking. So she liked to take the darkened pathway as a good sign – And then, after crossing a whole other forest, a solid – and most important, lively Shadow finally became the center of her vision.

With flanks moving up and down in the rhythm of her lungs, she breathed heavy in the humid air, droplets of sweat lining and leaking along her cheekbones. "Shadow. Hi." The words leaving her lips like heavy sighs, but with tenseness and relief mixed in them. "Let's spar.", she boldly spoke through stiff lips. The tiny pupils in her eyes unknowingly hinting the Black how much she needed this, wanted to get this out of her without explaining her own wicked selfishness.

In her crumbling brain she decided that she must have heard a 'yes' somewhere, even though her brain was not registering anything she fully understood. So Maren charged, not paying enough attention to the dry earth under her hooves, the tall yellow grasses marking their circle of a naked, bare soil and grit mixture. Then there were a lot of tall Burch trees surrounding them, accompanied by a few spruce trees – which she had also denied seeing, as she preferred them blurred out and simplified. Overhanging branches only partly umbrella'ing this cramped, open space they stood in; shadowing a Shadow, which she had somehow found funny ever since they'd met. Oh, how she longed for those carefree feelings that went along with that random meeting.

As the Black One, her question-marked friend, became a blur on her retina, she pushed her haunches off the ground and leaped with her teeth bared towards the girl, attempting to bite her friend's left shoulder. I am probably the most messed-up Disciple these lands has ever known. And she felt sorry for its Kings and Queens, for that she could not even bring herself to feel much regret for her decisions, all the same. Because if there had to be something that was going to push her off a crumbling edge, she would gladly let it be faith.

@[Shadow]
Words: 639 (1/3, Setting: Middle of the day in the Ancient rotunda, they are standing on dry earth made out of sand and grit, surrounded by Burch and spruce trees which leave open areas in between. The open space they are standing in is bordered with dry grass. They are mostly in the shadows, although a late-summer sun shines through the leaves, leaving spots on the forest-floor.
Summary: Leaps and attempts to bite Shadows left shoulder.
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Shadow Posts: 153
Deceased atk: 6.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4.5
Filly :: Hybrid :: 14.2 :: 8 HP: 63 | Buff: ENDURE
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#2



Peace shattered like a water droplet against solid rock. In a cacophony of fluttering wings, gobbling screams and tearing leaves a flock of birds took off from the nearby trees, setting off a chain reaction where other colonies of avians departed, one after the other until the air turned black with moving, fleeing bodies. The earthbound critters followed suit, foxes and raccoons taking the hint of fleeing rabbits and vacated the area, making way for the fury that came thundering into the clearing.

Beneath the shadows of swaying branches a Shadow snapped its head up in alarm. Amethyst eyes grew wilder than usual, ears pinned sharply to the poll and with a rustle like dead leaves or black silk a pair of raven wings unfurled from plumping sides, ready to carry her off to safety.

Fear swiftly changed into growing bewilderment as, instead of a rampaging dragon or rabid bear, a familiar figure appeared in her field of vision. Shadow could hear her most recent acquaintance shout something as she came thundering along, but she couldn't hear what it was. She lingered in place, wings still halfway spread as she waited for Maren to slam on the breaks, slow down and calm herself, but as seconds, heartbeats, instances passed, alarm bells began to ring in her head.

"Wait, what...!?!"

But Maren didn't wait. In a giant leap the tigress closed the distance between them and Shadow had to throw herself to the side to avoid a full on collision. It was however impossible to avoid the hard, pinching teeth that buried themselves in her shoulder, drawing a hoarse squeal of pain and surprise from her throat.

"Maren, what the hell!?" Still not fully grasping what was going on, a mixture of rage and confusion surged up within the black one at the unprovoked attack. Really, was she doing this again? She raised the left wing and brought the feathered limb down as hard as she could over where the pale nose-ridge ought to be, trying to pry the chomping mare off. Once free, the Blackbird dug her feet deep into the ground and surged ahead in a swift gallop, wings spreading fully now to take her up into the air, safely out of reach.

"Hey, have you lost your mind?" she shouted angrily at the woman she'd had thought of as a friend, a peculiar sensation of hurt blooming within the chest. "What's this about?"

She carried herself with a new grace in the air, clumsiness and stubby legs vanished for the grace of a soaring bird. Round and around she flew, until she thought herself perpendicular to the fair-haired girl's left side. In a flash of raven feathers the crow made a sudden dive and aimed for the striped rump with a dark front hoof. Payment for her aching shoulder it was, a small retaliation for the sudden charge; Shadow wasn't too fond of fights lately, if possible she wouldn't do this at all... but it wasn't like she was going to just stand around and let herself be beaten to a pulp either. If Maren really had lost her mind then she'd have herself to blame for picking this fight.

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WC: 530
PC: 1/3

Summary: Take the bite to the shoulder. Gets into the air and circle out of reach for a while, then dive down from above on Maren's left side, aiming her own left leg at the rump.

@[Maren] Sorry for the wait!

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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
#3
Maren

. . . so i go growing roses in the disarray.



She was no bull, pounding angrily on the dry earth, but she might as well been one, for she was blinded. Not by red, but rather by a rainbow of doom and chaos; filled with all the wrong hues and emotions - And thus the tiger-striped mare did only faintly notice the poor Shadow's bewilderment - and then that looming rage to match her own. Which was good, yes. Let's both be mad. Let's both rage. Let's both just tear things up and regret it later - together.

In the haste of the moment that was a blur for her, while she felt the rush of whatever there was left to feel, her ivory teeth sank in the dark shoulder of the mare. A voice in the back of her mind screamed, begged her to stop, but they sank into the flesh deeper anyway. There were simply to many other voices shouting louder, drowning all that could be called just in the mighty lake of Ignorance and Insignificance.

After all, she didn't even know why she had chosen Shadow as her billy-goat. Did not know why she couldn't just have chosen someone impervious like Gaucho instead, who would've just been able to casually shove her aside, as if he was dusting the earth as if part of his daily routine. Perhaps it was because she had already fought shadow: Vocally - had already tasted the explosive chemicals that were there to be burst between them. Maybe, deep down, she had already been wanting to fight her ever since they had tangled themselves in that word fight, that time ago. Whatever it was, it did not matter now.

"Maren, what the hell!?"

At some point her hooves hit the ground again - and the aftertaste of salt her mouth: A reward as it should have felt like, but didn't. Shadow's words did not sound hurt or betrayed, just confused and annoyed. Nevertheless, it did spark some faraway emotion; regret, perhaps - But it didn't dare to last long, for when the tigermare looked over her shoulder, expecting to cross those purple eyes, a feathered bone hit her on her sensitive nose. With a squeal that could have been that of a squirrel, the tigermare crawled away, creating space for the dark shadow to take off. She sniffed, spreading her nostrils under a pained frown. Stupid, she realized the dumbness of her reaction as her upwards angled gaze watched how the shadow now soar. Admiring, the wings beside her head began to flap: The Icelandic pony flew, leaving Maren, pegasus number two, grounded on the earth... And it only made her ache worse. She clenched her teeth as her tensed muscles embraced that yearning heart, pleading to be relieved of its stress and overflow of biting emotions that were left to be its only company. With an empty throat Maren watched the silhouette in the sky; embraced by blue. There it was, that ache. That horrible ache. She swallowed, finding her eyes being caught in the depths of the darkness of Shadow's fluffy belly: A black hole of hollow despair.

She swallowed, wetting her mouth before she could bring herself to shout back into the heavens that were her enemy now. "A SPAR", she shouted in a flat, yet inviting voice over the forest, not feeling the want to explain to the whole world - and Shadow - that her mind was indeed a disastrous mess. "That's what this is about." She attempted to also provide a smile, but failed.

Expecting the blackbird to keep hanging there for a few seconds more, Maren's gaze jumped down again, blinking against the changed colors-heme as she found herself out of balance after having looked up for so long. Nevertheless her eyes tried to follow the shadow of the Shadow that moved on the ground. But then, still wobbling on her hooves, that shadow suddenly appeared to have lost its pattern. With the false-feeling realization that Shadow was attacking, some kind of desperate reflex got activated and made Maren let herself fall to her right side, in the arms of the earth - but well out of the reach of Shadow's. She caught herself with her knees, grunted, as gravel penetrated itself like piercings through the thin skin of her legs. "...And life threw me lemons." she quickly spat, literally, for her mouth got filled with the powder that the force of Shadow's wings had pulled from the ground. Then, without a second thought, Maren threw all the horsepower she could muster into her haunches and jumped after the, once again, grounded blackbird. While staying clear of her black hind, Maren pulled her front into a rear, attempting to catch Shadow's left wing under her belly, - and then tried to slam into Shadow's left shoulder from the back.

@[Shadow]
Words: 799 (2/3,
Summary: Gets hit on the nose by Shadow's wing by take-off, then falls on knees on the gravel when dodging Shadow's attack from the sky.
Maren then attempts to get to Shadow from behind, throwing herself over her left wing and attempting to slam into Shadow's left shoulder.
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Sevin the Sucky, I mean are you a # or vacuum? Posts: 161
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