Here for You [Ashamin v. Zandora]

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[JUDGED] Here for You [Ashamin v. Zandora]

Zandora Posts: 85

Outcast atk: 7.0 | def: 10 | dam: 3.0

Mare :: Unicorn :: 15 HH :: 7 years HP: 60.0 | Buff: NOVICE

Evara :: Black Leopard :: None ShadowMare

08-05-2015, 10:15 PM

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Warmth spread across Zandora's chiseled face after her hooves had landed back on the icy forest floor, her last attack attempt falling short to Ashamin's speed. The feeling was so strange she was not sure what it was at first. She thought, for a second, that the sun had risen early and it's rays were casting onto the delicate curve of her face. Unfortunately, as the sensation dripped off her muzzle she quickly put a name to the past familiarity.

Blood.

The sickening tang infiltrated her thoughts mid-battle, and the emotionally unstable mare involuntarily succumbed to the memories that went along with the wretched liquid. It was everywhere, the vile substance had become a splattered art masterpiece on her violet nails, and her horn had become stained with a dark pink. The similar sensation of blood seeping down her face was fresh and ever real, but where she cringed at the smell and warmth of blood, in this memory she loved it and wanted more. She had claimed so many deaths, broken so many families, that her existence today had been damned by those that she ended, her every breath undeserved and selfish. This was her payment, it had finally loomed over her and broken the seal she had created against it, now she was completely helpless to it's horrors. This, she deserved.

Distraction equaled destruction, this she knew. She was reminded of her own theory as two white dipped nails found their way towards her chest. Zandora attempted to shift right, to evade the powerful attack, but she was much too late. Pain racked her body, as a crack whistled through her small Arabian frame. Her breath was quickly knocked out of her and she gasped, tasting blood on her tongue as she tired to regain her breath. Still working on instinct her body shifted right, evading the golden coil that Ashamin had gained with his new rank. Surprise and agony consumed her, he had most definitely broken a rib or two. For a moment, Zandora just sat there; the battle paused as her tattered thoughts and battered mind caught up with her physical situation.

'Yes Zandora you a broken, perhaps now physically too, but you are strong. You have come this far-- it is time to finish what you started, with what you started with; vigor and determination.' The mare said to herself, whether she was actually talking about the battle she had in the physical or the one she had mentally, she wasn't sure, but she did know this; Zandora wasn't going to let herself loose any fight. Tally wise she didn't care if she won, although she wanted it with every fiber of her body, she merely wanted to beat the demon that was begging, taunting, for her to give up. She knew it was within reach, and Zandora would prevail.

With a newborn fire of hot, molten, determination, Zandora quickly put her feet to work. The few passed seconds and thoughts she had previously were now buried underneath smoldering vigor, as she charged Ashamin's right hand side. She was forced to attack from the side, as she couldn't do anything reasonably harmful with his rear facing her. Zandora was going to re-attempt the third attack she did earlier, but with more focus which always proved to be critical in her personal improvements. Muscles coiled as she charged, her back legs powering up to jump in the air. The small space between them was quickly closed as Zandora leaped onto her feet and shifted her weight onto her left side, she then used this weight to crash into Ashamin's right side. Her teeth bared as she attempted to bite his crest as she thrust her weight into Ashamin's barrel and withers. Although this could be a very painful attack, attempting it had a toll on Zandora's broken bones. Her body was once again enveloped with a sharp aching, blackness dotting her vision. Zandora didn't have time for this though, she swallowed the pain and refocused on what was important; prevailing.

Word Count: 674
OCC: SORRY FOR THE WAIT! You know why :/ I'm not sure what to say about this...
Summary: After a few seconds of realization, Zandora charged Ashamin's right side and reared, as she did so, she shifted her weight onto her left side, so Ashamin's body would be impacted by the momentum of her charge as well as the force of her body weight. At the last moment, her teeth tired to latch onto any neck muscle, his crest the nearest muscle.
Tag: @[Ashamin]
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