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fires in the sky

Cirrus Posts: 233
Outcast atk: 6.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6
Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.1 :: 8 HP: 69 | Buff: SWIFT
Whit
#1

The warrior had seen her little firestarter around, flying no less. It brought Cirrus joy to see another embrace the skies so easily, and to know that it was her knowledge and aid that had given the girl the means to find herself in the skies. But Cirrus had another challenge for her now - flying was one thing. It was easy compared to what the sky-girl was going to throw at her.

All Cirrus needed to do was find her.

So she flew, riding the thermals that TallSun heat generated off the sands of their home, letting them fill her wings so that she could glide from one shimmering tower of heat to another with ease. She was at home in the skies, whether the skies were a place of relaxation or a place of battle. With a cunning, perhaps slightly sadistic grin on her maw, she wanted to know how the young tribrid would cope with having herself thrown into battle - in the skies or on land, it mattered little to Cirrus.

Cirrus just wanted to have fun. Only her version of 'fun' was often different to others'.

"Hey!" she called out happily, enthusiastically to the pale fire-child she recognised from seasons ago on the Steppe. "How's it going, little Firebringer?" she laughed happily, landing upon the sands and approaching at a lazy walk, her voice carrying easily over the wind and handful of body lengths distance that separated them.

With a grin that was kind, but laced with a playfulness that could mean only one thing, Cirrus asked slyly; "How's your flying going?"



@[Aithniel]
0/3 attack posts
267 words
Welcome to attack in your first post ^^
Set in the desert of the Dragon's Throat, mid-afternoon, TallSun. Cirrus is approaching Aithniel, up to you to decide from which direction as I'm sure Aith won't be stationary long ;D
Standard timeline, anything and everything allowed~
with love, Cirrus
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    Aithniel the Inquisitor Posts: 169
    Outcast atk: 6.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 4.0
    Mare :: Tribrid :: 15.0hh :: 4 Years HP: 75 | Buff: NOVICE
    Zerachiel :: Royal Griffin :: Molten Dagger tamme
    #2

    Though still shaky when the thermals let her fall, afraid to tumble to the ground to her death, she flew. Each day brought her higher, pushing the muscles of her growing wings steadily before spiraling back to the ground. Her shoulders burned at evening each day, wings trembling from exertion, but the pain and sweat did not once cause her to deter. She was a force of will, a flame unquenched, and that will would not bend for any mortal, bodily groans. Aithniel landed, cloven hooves touching down in the sand gracefully as she reached the water’s surface, drinking heartily from the cool liquid. The sun overhead was bearing down, a sign from her father that he would burn the world down – he had the power to heat the very land on which she stood into oblivion. Beautiful.

    Words caught her attention, spoken by a familiar voice. Aithniel snapped her head up, silver, hardened eyes narrowing as she saw the familiar form of Cirrus – the one who taught her how to fly. Now they were similar in height with the fire child only shy of her withers, but Cirrus was also stockier, body thicker and more muscular than Aith could ever hope to be. The demi-god still held the regal, slender blood of her father, giving her a leggy, narrow look only marred by whatever blood her mother held, adding a dash of grit to an otherwise streamlined physique. Quite oppositely, Cirrus was strong and lean, an interesting combination of potency and speed, and from the curve of their wings, Aithniel would guess that her advantage would be precision flying – only she had just learned how.

    In all ways, she was inferior at this point in her life, but that did not stop her from grinning, black painted lips curling up into a satisfied smirk. “Maybe not so little anymore,” she replied roughly, lifting her neck as if to display her form which leapt into adulthood and was letting go of adolescence. Aithniel approached Cirrus with confidence, and she snorted in amusement at her friend’s next question. Her silver eyes softened, briefly expressing the gratefulness she felt for being taught how to fly. Such a gesture was new for Aithniel, and she smiled genuinely. “Much better, I think. Still learning, but you taught me well.” The fire child took a few sweeping steps back, matching the playfulness of Cirrus’ gaze.

    “Why, you want to find out how good of a teacher you are?” she taunted playfully, still grinning and spreading her wings. Aithniel lowered her neck, balancing with a widened stance as her lion’s tail curled seductively around her hocks. Without much warning, she lunged for Cirrus, using her wings to balance as she reared up, lashing her front hooves toward her friend’s shoulder. Then, she jumped into the air, wings straining to catch the wind and lift her upwards. Due to the steep angle, she barely managed to get into the air before spiraling downward, but she lashed out with her freed hind hooves anyway, wondering if she would catch Cirrus on the back.

    Seconds later she landed and bounded off, grinning over her shoulder.

    [[(526 words) (1/3)
    -- Aithniel lunges toward Cirrus then rears and tries to strike her with her front hooves
    -- lunges in the air and tries to kick her
    -- lands and runs off like a cheeky bastard :P

    I LOVE THIS
    ]]

    @[Cirrus]


    A i t h n i e l

    Hope not ever to see Heaven. I have come to lead you to the
    other shore; into eternal darkness; into fire and into ice.
    credits

    But burn down our home
    I won't leave alive


    Please tag me in everything!

    Cirrus Posts: 233
    Outcast atk: 6.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6
    Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.1 :: 8 HP: 69 | Buff: SWIFT
    Whit
    #3
    Laughter abounded from the girl's throat, bold and loud, expressing the genuine pleasure she felt at seeing the youth again. It was like looking at a tree two years after planting the original seed, and seeing a sapling standing in its place. And not just any sapling, but a strong one, one that promised to grow further, into something that would stand the test of time. Cirrus looked to Aithniel and saw a shadow of something like herself - so young and full of life, just needing the guidance and support to blossom into something beautiful, wondrous and powerful.

    Only, where Aithniel was all fire and light, Cirrus was wind and water. And yet they were so similar, despite all their differences. It was a curious notion for the little cloud to be viewed as a seasoned warrior, but when compared to the apprentice state Aithniel was in, Cirrus was just that. With her devilish grin curving her lips, she welcomed the Firebringer's emboldened attitude, rising to the challenge in the other girl's eyes and tones, loving the rush of blood and adrenalin through her veins and arteries.

    The cloud-girl knew an attack was coming, but the creative edge that Aithniel utilised still took her by surprise. Cirrus naturally dipped her head low to her to left side, brushing her chin against the plump curve of her right shoulder - leaving the left one exposed to feel Aithniel's strike against her. It would seem that either the firechild's aim was not exact, or she did not really mean to harm Cirrus, for the cloudchild only felt the strike of a single hoof, which slid along its edge down the sharp contours of her scapula. In reaction to this Cirrus spun further to her right, so that when she did look up through her left eye and see all the hooves of Aithniel, she only felt a glancing blow along her withers.

    The young warrioress shook herself, as if shaking off the remnants of sleep, she shed the hurts and insults such attacks made to her body, and trained her eyes on the firechild's retreating form. The strikes had indeed struck her, but whether they were intentionally light blows or simply the fault of an untrained hand, Cirrus found herself able to go on without much hindrance to her step and movement. Bruises, that would probably ache for the duration of their scuffle, would thereafter heal swiftly - the constant motion would, in the long run, aid circulation and healing though the cloudchild cared little for that right now.

    Right now, she wanted nothing more than to enjoy this fight with the little firestarter, her unknown cousin. And so, with that wicked grin on her maw and a spark behind her electric blue gaze, she bounded after the cheeky young belle, wings snapping out from her sides and scooping the air generated by her motion. The Sun was high in the sky, her own pelt shone a brilliant blue, her teeth glinting white as they flashed out from behind charred lips to attempt to lay a biting kiss upon the firechild's plump rump. Cirrus was coming up on Aithniel's left side, so she struck out to the right with a sharp, lightning quick laugh and swing of her tail.

    She did not linger, however, instead she continued forth, a speedy canter filling her wings with the lift they needed to take to the air. Imitating her cousin's previous strike (but adding her own twist), Cirrus tried to pass the firechild and kick out with her strong hind legs on her way into the skies, aiming for the girl's left wing, hoping to bruise it, make it hurt for the girl to fly so that she could continue to have the upper hand.

    Cirrus was nothing if not a sore loser. She would be very put out indeed if the firechild had learned so much so fast that she was better than her in this arena. Still, until she was proven a loser or a winner, Cirrus would make this fun. Flapping heavily, she flicked a glance over her right shoulder to see whether her little firestarter would follow her into the skies, to take this battle to an aerial level.


    714 words
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    with love, Cirrus
    lunarblues & larfsalot @ deviantart
    as changing as unforgiving as the wind, as bitter and chilling as the cold, as warm and deadly as the heat


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    Aithniel the Inquisitor Posts: 169
    Outcast atk: 6.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 4.0
    Mare :: Tribrid :: 15.0hh :: 4 Years HP: 75 | Buff: NOVICE
    Zerachiel :: Royal Griffin :: Molten Dagger tamme
    #4

    Together, they strengthened opposing forces. Like two poles of a magnet, opposite in orientation, they created an inseparable force. Fire, water, light and wind, they were each other’s antithesis and yet each other’s strength. Against the odds of nature, she and Cirrus bonded in a way that was growing, dynamic. They were not stuck in the awkward throes of mentor and student, and though heavily guarded and wary, Aithniel might, under the right circumstances, even refer to Cirrus as a friend. Even so, she felt free to express herself, unafraid of Cirrus’ smiling face. That expression was not one of taunting adults or too-eager teachers waiting to scold. Instead, she knew that her friend’s(?) smile was something genuine, deeper than just that superficial face paint that everyone seemed to wear atop their pity and amusement.

    Cirrus was real, not hiding her flaws beneath the kindly, fake bullshit. Aithniel appreciated that very much, even has her hooves barely grazed across her back as she jumped in the air. The impact from her attack was almost negligible because the cloudy mare was fast, easily dodging away from the sun child’s clever approach. Aithniel chalked up her poor attack to a beginner’s inexperience and the differences in their stature, and she was not at all put out by this fact. Aware of her novice status and unafraid to fail, she was thus invincible. Pride would not stand in the way of learning, not for one as stony and stoic as this strange, abused hybrid.

    Perhaps, she was young and naïve. Perhaps not. Darkness lay in her past and clouded her future, some shadows deeper and more difficult to bear. But, the two did not need to compare struggles to find comradery in their mutual, unspoken understanding, and Aithniel landed softly on the ground, running away with that grin on her face. Unsurprisingly, Cirrus responded in kind, the larger mare chasing her down beneath the heat of the midday sun. At this velocity, the warmth rising from the sand was wicked away by the wind hissing through her gold tipped feathers, and she jumped forward, narrowly missing the snapping, white jaws of Cirrus close at her heel. One ear tilted back, listening to the heavy steps of her blue friend coming up on her left side, and she tilted her gaze so that a stony, iron eye could watch as Cirrus’ large, lion’s tail came swinging by.

    Aithniel gathered her strength and shoved down with her wings, gliding over the attack and landing steadily on the soft sand, watching as Cirrus bounded upward, the strength of her wings sending a cloud of sand rushing in her direction. Closing black, thick lashes to guard her eyes, she missed that her friend was aiming to copy her earlier technique, only this time, she was far more successful than Aithniel had been just moments before. Not able to tell where she was originally aiming, the fire child ducked her head as she opened her eyes, watching Cirrus’ hooves lash out and collide with the muscles on the left side of her neck, just above her wing. Fortunately, the feathery appendage was not damaged. However, the white hairs had been ripped from a semi-circular indent on her neck, a bruise fast-forming beneath her skin, and Aithniel ground her teeth at the painful sensation. She blew a frustrated breath through her nostrils, trying to make the burn go away with the force of her mind – needless to say, it did not.

    Unsure of what she was feeling beneath the fires of rage that constantly warmed her belly, she looked up, not hesitating as second to follow Cirrus into the sky. Two, gull-shaped wings shoved downward as she gathered her strength behind her, feeling the wind rush over her feathers and lift her into the sky. She felt her heart drop as she shook in the sky, unsteady for the first few seconds until she got her bearings. Agile and fast, Aithniel inhaled a deep breath, ignoring the burn in her neck as she craned to find Cirrus in the now 360 degree battle field. She set her iron sights on the cloud mare, finding her difficult to spot at first; her opponent blended almost seamlessly into the environment.

    Unwilling to let her focus waver, she tucked her legs to her chest in a steady, spiraling dive. Aithniel tilted her wings again, making a wide, sweeping upward motion with her body to potentially gain altitude above her opponent, lashing out her hind hooves, hopefully when she was closest to Cirrus. The two, flinty back hooves kicked out, clashing together at first to create a small burst of flame. Perhaps, even if she failed to physically kick Cirrus, the flames would linger.


    [[(2/3) (791 words)
    - Aithniel takes the kick to her neck where it leaves her hairless and bruised lol
    - chases after Cirrus
    - tries to fly above cirrus and kicks out at her
    - also makes a little fire with her kick
    ]]


    A i t h n i e l

    Hope not ever to see Heaven. I have come to lead you to the
    other shore; into eternal darkness; into fire and into ice.
    credits

    But burn down our home
    I won't leave alive


    Please tag me in everything!

    Cirrus Posts: 233
    Outcast atk: 6.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6
    Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.1 :: 8 HP: 69 | Buff: SWIFT
    Whit
    #5

    It was like looking into her past, watching the ever powerful, yet graceful, purposeful form of her father teach a leggy, untested filly, a girl only just discovering her body's capabilities. Endless patience and gentleness, with just the right amount of firmness present to make sure the lesson stuck, he was a professional on the battlefield and in the field of teaching. Cirrus remembered when he would call his troops together and have them all train, she remembered joining in - it was all a game then, a wild and fun and energetic game that she simply could not get enough of.

    Was it still a game now? Laughter continued to spill from her charred lips, and  energy was certainly high, and she was definitely having fun..

    But what if Aithniel became someone she had to defeat in order to protect her home? What if, through some cruel twist of fate, she became something evil and dangerous, something the Great Lord above deemed in need of discipline, of extermination? The thought darkened her brow, as a frown creased the folds above her eyes for a mere moment. Cirrus was not one to linger too long on such thoughts - not any more, at least. Lingering thoughts were dangerous, particularly when they began with what if - Cirrus had learned (the hard way) that it was best to focus on what was rather than what could have been.

    Wings took great sweeping gulps of air, each stroke giving her lithe, athletic body the lift and power needed to propel her through the air. The sky was her domain, it was writ across her very pelt, and she revelled in the long moments it took for her opponent to even find her. The cloud was glad, truly, that she had not harmed the other belle too severely, though she'd be lying if she told you she kind of wished to be able to win this scuffle in such a singular, swift motion. Alas, the firestarter was proving to be as determined as Cirrus, and the cloud could only admire and like her all the more for it.

    With a tail like a rudder swinging out behind her, the cloud craned her skull around to spy the firestarter, tilting her visage so that electric blue orbs could cling to the pale, fire-rimmed miss and estimate her trajectory appropriately. The youth was fast, Cirrus could not deny, and even though the mare could almost predict what the firestarter was about to do, her own generous wingspan proved ungainly and somewhat slow in executing a counter move. "Hey!" the young mare barked out at her friend as hooves came flying at her retreating head, wings tilting her body so that it hung perpendicular to the ground below.

    Aithniel's hooves came scarily close to the girl's own eyes, so much so that Cirrus shut them tightly, bracing for the blow that she was lucky enough to have just missed. But in that same instant of relief, came a hot, burning sensation, a bitter and charred scent - the cloud's forelock was on fire.

    "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh," the sound of panic rose from her maw as the girl shook her head violently, that motion more than the flames rattling her, as she pushed herself forward again in the skies and allowed the wind to steal away the small cinders of flame that could have devoured her. "Not cool!" she shouted at Aithniel, though as always, Cirrus held a smile on her lips and a cunning, devious sparkle to her gaze.

    Time to take care of any future flames, she thought, as she hurriedly called upon the magic of her soul to close in on them. It did nothing to take away the heat, but instead only increased it, as humidity rose sharply and cloud formed almost directly above them. They were heavy, dark and pregnant clouds, ready to drop their wet parcels on those below - and Cirrus only encouraged them to. As the atmosphere filled with the blurring and dampening effects of rainfall, Cirrus did her best to train her eyes upon the other, and gave chase hastily. Wanting to situate herself above and behind the firestarter, Cirrus then lashed out with teeth and forelegs, hoping once again, to leave a mark upon the younger one's seemingly perfect hide.


    [ 721 words
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    @[Aithniel] ]
    with love, Cirrus
    lunarblues & larfsalot @ deviantart
    as changing as unforgiving as the wind, as bitter and chilling as the cold, as warm and deadly as the heat


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    Blu the Bootyful Posts: 443
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    Mare :: Other :: 5'7" :: 25 HP: 99999 | Buff: TWERK
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