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09-27-2015, 12:05 PM
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Your spine is ablaze
Felling any foe with my gaze Dark tar still dribbled from her nostrils and leaked down her eyes like mascara after a good cry. If not for the implications of a deadly illness, the look suited her decently well. However, with the boils also blotting her aching sides, she was in a fit of misery. Aithniel did not want to fight, but she knew it would be best if she did – especially since Ampere had yelled at all of them for being lazy. She couldn’t deny that she had avoided battle, so what better time to prove her determination than to fight when the world was in a black and white haze and she felt more dead than alive? Surely Ampere would see that as a sign of courage; at least, she hoped so. With wings tucked to her side to hide some of the oozing boils, she stepped into the sandy arena, blinking her eyes a few times to adjust to the bright light off the ground. Fortunately, everything was in black and white for her as something about one of these diseases was messing with her mind. Ugh. Oh well. Cloven toes shoved into the sand, testing its depth and looseness so that she wouldn’t slip and fall on accident. Considering the ground was still somewhat damp beneath, the footing was decent, and she rolled her shoulders, stretching out and testing each of her wings. Ampere was surely powerful, just like Gaucho, so she knew she was about to get her royal, white ass handed to her. But winning wasn’t the point – she reminded herself. Prove yourself. Aithniel avoided the meetings to avoid others and their scrutiny, but she could understand that it seemed she was not taking this job seriously. A voice spoke from above, and her gaze snapped, seeing Ampere on a metal tree. Aithniel did not need to be told twice to give all that she had, but she was pleased with the permission to start. With a smirk, she narrowed her silver, molten eyes, opening her wings and feeling the breeze roll over the tops, giving her lift without much effort. The sun child took a deep breath, bounding into the air and circling, balancing her weight against the strength in her own wings. “You got it,” she replied, tucking her wings in and diving down toward Ampere. Aithniel did not hold back, but she also fought smart. There was no point in hurting herself in the process of giving her all, and didn’t her all include brains? She assessed her opponent, finding that the shape of her own wings would give her more speed even though the shorter, dark mare would certainly have an advantage over a longer period of time. Untrained eyes could not determine who was stronger through, so she would just have to assume that it was Ampere so she could find that much harder. Aithniel snapped her wings open at the last second and lashed out with her hind hooves, twisting her body to give as much length as possible with the hope of grazing Ampere’s back or backside. Using the metal as a spring board, she kicked off and shoved her wings down, straining to get air born again. [[(535 words) (1/3 ?) - Aithniel swoops down and tries to kick Ampere's back/backside ]] |
But burn down our home
I won't leave alive
Please tag me in everything!
