Zandora
I already know I'm going to hell
So at this very point...
It's go big or go home

Her call was answered with the crunch of snow and the white breath of a stallion. She hadn't seen the man before, but perhaps not knowing her opponent was better off. For knowing Ashamin had not done her any well, but rather fucked her over. She would forever be wary of that battle, of that night, of what they did to each other. Never could she let herself slip away so easily. Shaking away the thoughts that constantly ate at her, she let her mind rest. The eyes of the silver cream were felt on her, and she too let her orbs drift across his skin. He was no taller then her it seemed, but he was well muscled, and she would have to threat this one appropriately.

It was in these moments of preparation that her life in hell taunted her. She could feel the sting of her muscles as they bled, bled, bled. The sting of his teeth, the string of his words. Her father had been the result of the demons that so oftenly haunted her. He had been the result of her inability to pick herself up after the nights in the woods that a single tear was shed. He had been the result of everything that she was. There were times that Zandora had the strength to fight his influences, to fight herself, to the fight the urge to quit. But, it seemed that it was too often that she didn't have such strength. It was what brought her to the battlefield tonight. This wasn't a battle between her and the cream, this was a battle between Zandora and Zandora. A war rather.

You are not weak, you are strong.

The man, Ilios, introduced himself, and Zandora was thankful for the quickness. Her name was mumbled out as she too dipped her crowned head. A thick, wild, angry, fire began burning in her core, the determination of winning against herself dancing wickedly. With a toss of snow and thundering of the stallion's hooves, the spar begun. Her muscles tensed as Ilios begun his attack, mind running over each move he may attempt and how she could evade such hits. Time slowed as he neared her, the swing of his head causing Zandora to quickly shy away from the sharpness of his horn, hindquarters pivoting her body left, and away from his horn. Snorting Zandora arched her neck down, exposing the tip of her horn as she swung her head to try and slice his shoulder as he passed her.

I am capable, I am able.

Setting: It's snowy, pines circle a large clearing. A gray sky covers the morning sun, and it's pretty cold. The snow is about 6 inches, but is pretty light and fluffy. 
WC: 439/800
Timeline: Normal
1/3 attack
OCC: yeet! I was a little confused on which side he attacked Zandora on, so I just worked with what I had.