The starry girl paced. Back and forth, back and forth, crazed by insomnia and fever. Her mouth was agape as the black dripped, filling her with an uneasy nausea. Her silver eyes were clouded, and nothing but shadows and the occasional shimmer of bright light made it past her black tears. The occasional cough ripped into her lungs, and the fluid crackled in the small pouches where air should be.

”You’re dying,” a voice murmured in her mind. It was a voice she hadn’t heard in several seasons, but remembered all too well. Her father’s voice had been creeping in, filling in each place that her lack of sleep had left. ”You’re dying, and not by the victorious grasp of battle. What a pathetic way to go. The starry girl spat, her saliva bitter and course. His voice had been haunting her, taunting her. As if she wasn’t feeling bad enough, now the voice of her dead father followed her everywhere she went, forsaking her path and denying her claims to be a true warrior. Shaking her head, she attempted to dislodge the hallucination. But it seemed to latch deeper with every passing moment.

In her distraction, she didn’t notice the beast that circled. A loud cry burst through her episode, and her head snapped up, ears perked, silver eyes near blind but still frantic. A dark shadow grew larger and larger still, and she didn’t realize what it was until he was almost upon her. She scrambled backwards, attempting to avoid the assailant, when a cloven rear hoof slipped on a gnarled protruding root. A shrill whinny escaped her as she tumbled backwards, and a sharp horn cut deep into her breast. Blood sprang to the laceration, angry and vivid against her midnight body. Legs flailed as she attempted to right herself, clawing desperately into the earth. Golden hooves flashed, deadly in their force, over her head. Luck had protected her this time, but was surly gone as quick as it came.

”Get up!” the voice in her head hissed. ”Don’t lay down and die, get the fuck up and kill him!” She snarled as she heaved herself up, legs trembling with weakness and pain and fury. “Bastard!” she yelled, and reared up, onyx scraping the warm air, feeling power hum strong in her chest. Her heart thrummed like a bird, eyes like a storm rolling over the sea. She came crashing down, hooves pounding into the soft earth. The ground shuddered, a faint quake rattling outwards from her impact. She aimed to knock her assailant off balance, and punish him for his audacity. She lunged forward, his shadow dark against the light streaming into the clearing, and ploughed her whole body towards him, jaws agape and dripping with black. White teeth snapped together, aiming for flesh and the metallic taste of blood.

Her battle was always a dance. Elegant and purposeful and deadly, each step flowing one into the next. But not this time. This fight was clumsy and bulky. Her vision was skewed, her legs heavy, her aim uncertain. And as she fell towards him, she hoped he danced just as poorly as she.
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Summary: Ki’irha is suffering from GLL, and only sees in shadows. Her sense of hearing is vastly improved due to her loss of vision. She is also suffering from auditory hallucinations. Ki’irha is caught off guard by the attack. She slips and falls, but her opponent’s horn still slices into her, leaving a not-so-superficial laceration on her chest, and her body is sore from the fall. She avoids the kick. She uses her War Stomp rank magic to shake the ground and throw Rikyn off balance, then throws her whole weight towards him, attempting to knock him over. She also attempts to bite his neck. She is also just clumsily throwing herself around due to her disorientation from GLL.
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