Cloven hooves slip in the muddy soil as the mare stops her momentum. In her misplaced rage, the young warrioress had not noticed the armor that covered the stallion’s body. Her horn scraped along the metal, a terrible screeching noise reverberating back to her ears. Gritting her teeth together and pinning her ears down into her frosted mane, Aviya spun some on her forehand. She attempted to land herself parallel to the bulkier stallion, though facing the opposite direction. The lightweight armor that covered her own body was unfamiliar on her body as she shifted, but the defensive armament did not slow her down. The Dragon’s Throat held amazing crafting abilities with their metal, and as much as Aviya thought herself and her comrades above the winged rats of the desert, she was thankful for their alliance in this moment.

Ice-colored eyes glanced upwards to see Torleik come in, ablaze like hellfire and ringing with the glory of war trumpets. The mare’s heart slammed in her chest as she watched her General attack the stallion on the opposite side. Irelyn swooped from the sky and went for Rostislav’s face. Snorting hard, Aviya took this as her moment to get the stallion while he was distracted. However, she was not the only one who was taking the opportunity. With a rush of air, Aviya felt a pegasus swoop over the draft stallion’s back, and the familiar scraping sound of something hard against metal made her brain rattle. She wanted to scream out, to lash and flail in a rage, but she ducked her head and focused on her magic.

Seeming to pour from nowhere, mist wrapped around the loose brush of the Hidden Falls in the smoky mare’s proximity. Aviya shifted her weight forward onto her forehand, neck arching and chin tucking to curl herself inside of her armor more for protection. Hind legs flashed out, obsidian, cloven hooves aimed for the stallion’s left front leg. She hoped to land her kick where his armor was not covering him in the promise of protection, just below his knee joint. She wished to hear the sound of bone breaking beneath her blow, just as she had when she followed the wraiths north. With her heart focused for the first time on someone, something, other than herself, Aviya had slaughtered wraiths. She was a shield and spear for the protection of her home, her family, her band of brethren she swore her allegiance to. She could not, however, claim this invasion to pull on her sense of duty in the same manner. While she was here because of the call of her rank, she truly thrust herself into participation to exact revege, hot and bitter from the stallion that had felled her mother. He would pay, in time. Before that was to happen, however, she needed to end this opponent.

Her fog, alluring and mystifying, swirled upward toward the stallion’s face as her stocking-painted legs landed and her balance shifted back to her center. Aviya pivoted her shoulders away from Rostistalv, her hooves slipping some over the unpredictable grounding. He attempted to bite at her, but his teeth fell on nothing. He did not even manage to grab a mouthful of her tail. A sadistic smile wrapped over her features as she mentally willed her fog upwards. She commanded the fog to twist and swirl around Rostislav’s head, his throat, his face. She wanted to drown his senses and cause him to devour himself.

‘You are choking. No, not choking. You are drowning. Sputtering and spitting. Gasping for the precious air you so desire. You are dying.’

A malicious vixen she was, the controller of minds. The daughter of darkness wrapped her magic’s fingers around whatever it was she desired, and now she only desired for Rostislav to ‘fall’. Aviya moved forward, her legs reaching out and hopefully pulling her away from the stallion’s rebuttal and assault. Turning her body when she guessed she was several paces away, Aviya aimed to come rocketing in head on to the draft. Her narrowed, icy eyes remained focused on maintaining her magic around his face and gripped over his brain. She felt a wave, however, slowly start to ebb on her heart. Her breathing felt heavy and labored as she charged. This was the familiar fatigue of her magic, the curse it was to control another’s actions. It was worth it, however, as the maiden knew.




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Aviya's Magic: :: [Magic: DarkxLight | Ability to use mind control via hypnotizing fog ]
:: [Restrictions | Must have permission from the victim in non-battle threads. In battle this takes immense concentration and is difficult to maintain; opponent can fight against the mind control to a reasonable degree]

Aviya's Armor: :: [Item: Armor | Lightweight metal crafted by the Dragon's Throat, it is white gold color in appearance. Covers her the back of her head, neck, shoulders, chest, and flanks.]]