(07-05-2015, 12:36 PM)Zandora Wrote:

Z A N D O R A Everything slowed, frozen by the breath of regret and guilt. Ashamin's cry sliced through her like sharpened diamonds, she had hurt him. Truly hurt him. Suddenly this spar felt wrong, utterly wrong. A rush of emotions heated her body, each emotion strong and bickering with the others to take the title of causing Zandora to back away, to give up. Her eyes looked down, pain and fear lacing deep within them, crimson splattered against a wall of amethyst. Her memories took advantage of her in this moment of weakness, the demons inside her chuckled, chanting the words that used to be her motto. 'blood on you; just where it belongs.'  They echoed as she tried with whatever she had left, to continue, to win.  It was shock that brought her out of her delirium, a literal shock. The pain of high voltage traveled up her hind legs with ferocious speed, stunning every inch of her muscles. The Haurspex's charm had made it's mark on Zandora as the wave of quick, strange, pain further diffused up her legs. The mare who was so emotionally wrecked on a seaside of pain and nightmares, let out a gasp. Many things could to be heard with the inhale of air; hurt, surprise, the depth of pure brokenness-- perhaps the most evident. Although the shock was little compared to the crushing feeling in her chest that made each breath labored and hoarse, it was enough to cause her to loose her balance, her violet daggers crashing to the ground.  A turn of her head was seen then, eyes that were usually void of the toxic things that the world worked around, now expressed too many of those toxic things. Her continued moments of pause and weakness would surely be her downfall though. She wasn't sure whether Ashamin saw the regret and agony inside her amaranthine eyes, but she was sure that he hadn't paused and that he was still fighting. Her body was lifted as Ashamin stood, her tender ribs being crushed all over again. The pain was sharp, piercing, as if something had stabbed her lungs, it then quickly hit her that her lungs were stabbed by her own broken ribs as blood collected in the back of her throat. Still on Ashamin's back she spit out the thick crimson liquid, his black skin now painted with a touch of red. "Ashiman-" Zandora cried out, trying to stop him, trying to let him know that she physically could not continue. The cry for mercy was useless though, as she had been to late.  Zandora's body slipped off his back and the rough feeling of bark cut through her skin. Her ribs that were battered, bruised, and broken felt the force of the solid tree, her attempts to hold her tongue from her whimpering were lost, a pained shriek booming over frozen fields. The warmth of Ashamin's body was pressed up against her, pushing her body into the pined predator. Her eyes closed, she could no longer bare to see anything. It was if each spec of the world held some sort of trigger, and that trigger would burst into unwanted recollections of her past. Zandora felt her body slide down, her legs crumpling as her thin arabian frame gave out. Every breath she took consisted of the same stabbing feeling as well as the smell and taste of tangy blood.  Her body was now of little use to her, she had no strength left to rear or charge Ashamin, nor did she really have the desire to finish what she started. Zandora had people counting on her though, she had a rank to withhold, a herd to prove her worth to, and herself. With these thoughts in mind, the ebonite mare, who had blood running down her nostrils, red smeared on her lips, crimson splattered on her hooves, and liquid dripping off her horn, stood and opened her eyes. The burning in her lungs and the ache in her bones quickly became irrelevant, she didn't have a second to waste, the time was ticking.    No longer letting the pain be the master of her thoughts, Zandora renowned her body and begun her last attack. She quickly spun on her forehand counterclockwise, using her untouched rump to move Ashamin out of the way as she turned her body. Zandora then pretended like she was going to continue turning, but instead she thrust her weight onto her front hooves and kicked out, aiming to hit Ashamin's side. Her attempt drained the rest of her energy, and she hoped that this buck would have enough power behind it to register with her target. She hoped a lot of things, but above all she hoped that Ashamin would be okay. In the end, it was all the mattered.  Word Count: 800 OCC: DONE! Attack: 3/3 Summary: Ashamin lifted Zandora off her feet and successfully threw her onto the tree. This act caused her immeasurable pain, due to the fact she was being crushed against a solid tree and she has broken ribs as well as a punctured lung. (her lungs are filling with blood, hence as to why she is chocking on blood) Zandora lost her balance and fell underneath Ashamin at the base of the tree trunk, but she then got up. Turning left she moved Ashamin away so she had the space to kick out, then she bucked and tried to hit Ashamin's barrel or side. Depending on how he moves.  Tag: @Ashamin Speech

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