(06-17-2015, 06:35 PM)Kiirha Wrote:

Ki’irha A Warrior Cloaked in Midnight The earthen mare tumbled, her body giving way to Ki'irha's weight. The spangled mare scrambled in an attempt to raise up and avoid thrashing antlers, but she simply was not quick enough. A shrill cry burst from the midnight's soft lips, feeling a tine rip into the pristine skin if her chest. She leapt away, but her harsh movement caused the antler tip to tear more away. Blood bloomed again, but this time it was more severe. Spinning to face the mare, she reared again, raking the air with her hooves, preparing to strike the mare with a flailing limb. Like time slowed, her silver eyes locked onto eyes welling with tears. Her hardness broke, her warrior shell cracking to expose the gentle mare that mainly owned the starry body. She twisted, landing her previously dangerous hooves to the side of the broken mare. She did not want to inflict more pain onto her opponent. Ki'irha was a warrior, and this mare was not. It was not fair to treat the dun mare like an experienced warrior. "Enna,"she murmured, her voice gentle and soft. She stepped delicately forward, reaching down to comfort the doe. But the break in her facade opened a glaring weakness. As her defenses dropped, her warrior passion melting from her like the heat from her body, the brown mare burst through the cracks in her sudden loss of focus. With a foreign sense of fire, the brown mare leapt from the ground, and Ki'irha's proximity betrayed her. She took most of the force directly into her nose and face, and her vision seared a sudden painful white, and she lost her senses. She fell away, feeling a rush of blood from her nose. She shook her head, desperately trying to regain her vision, and loosen the pain that gripped her face and burned her deep. Her vision returned slowly, bringing the landscape to dark blurs and shadows. Like moss to a rock, she felt the warm form of her adversary cling close. She avoided the dangerous kick, and if she hadn't been suffering, she would have appreciated the technique. The blue mare snaked her head, her gnashing teeth hoping to sink in multiple times down Enna's sloping neck. She shoved and sidestepped, looking to push the mare to the ground again. She lept away, breaking free from the brown form that clung to her. She bucked and kicked, hoping to hit any point that was too close to her deadly hooves. This had gone on long enough, and she was through. She did not want to maim her gentle sparring partner, and did not want that to become an inevitability. ____________________________ "The Cry of a Warrior” 3/3 Word Count: 445 Tagged:: @[Enna] OOC::  Last battle post, then one conclusion to follow. Ki'irha takes damage to her chest from the antler, and then comes to close, catching the force of Enna's strength to her nose, leaving her with blurred senses and pain. Ki'irha pushes and shoves to knock Enna down, then attempts to bite Enna's neck repeatedly. She then bucks and kicks with no real aim, hoping to kick Enna in the side or legs.

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