the Rift


in your heart shall burn

Nyx Posts: 292
Deceased atk: 7.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6.0
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 11 HP: 72 | Buff: SWIFT
Dominus :: White Lion :: None Snow
#1

It is hot. Unpleasantly, stickily, searingly hot. The silver soldier is bathed in sweat before she's even begun, her sides and neck lathered and damp beneath the overwhelming spring humidity. Dominus lolls beside her, his tongue dangling so far from his mouth it's almost tripping him up. He is ill-tempered and abrasive, irritated by his bonded's sudden desire to traipse all the way across Helovia to this - as Nyx so eloquently puts it - sweaty ass-crack of a land.

But the aforementioned ass-crack serves a purpose. The silver hasn't fought in months, not since her tangle with the father of the twins (who she does not want to think about, the grey-eyed bastard), and she's feeling decidedly stir-crazy. Neither Oizys nor Enyo seems to need her much anymore, Libertad has disappeared completely, and d'Arcy appears to hate her. She is sizzling with frustration and self-loathing, and the best way to burn this off is by fighting. Not only fighting, but fighting in this god-awful place, where the air is thick enough to touch and her lungs burn after just a few steps, where her stamina will be pushed to its limits and her resolve thoroughly tested.

It is her version of pennance. This is her Hell, and she is descending to the ninth circle of it to do her time for the crimes she's committed. She wants sweat, blood and pain, she wants brutality, she wants to hurt for what she's done. She is a failure of a mother, a liar, an unworthy herdmember unfit to bear the title of General. She deserves to burn, and burn she will.

Her hooves touch the edge of the water that seperates her from the Riptide Isles, and unlike last time she was here (when entering the dreaded water filled her with ice-cold terror), she steps into it freely and happily. She's so hot that her fear of water can take a back seat, and even when her feet fully leave the ground she fights down her misgivings and simply revels in the cool liquid against her skin. Dominus clings to her hindquarters, holding his head as high out of the water as he possibly can and complaining loudly all the way across.

Finally, both mare and lion touch down on the Isles, and Nyx swiftly finds herself a small, rocky beach on which to conduct her battle. Her sopping skin soon dries in the heat, the cloudless sky doing nothing to hide the rays of the sun, and after she's caught her breath she lifts her head to the heavens to bellow her battle-summons. "Someone fight me - and quick, because I'm sweating my balls off here!" At her lion's quizzical glance upwards, the mare adds a snort for good measure; these are metaphorical balls, of course. Hardly the most conventional of battlecries, but Nyx is not the most conventional of women.

Nyx

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Set in the Riptide Isles on a warm sunny day. GO MAGIC GO COMPANIONS GO ALLLLLLL

@Gaucho

0/3

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Gaucho The Wildfire Posts: 1,004
Deceased atk: 8.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 8
Stallion :: Pegasus :: 17.2 :: 12 HP: 85 | Buff: PINNACLE
Mara :: Black Mamba Snake :: Paralyze & Vorsa :: Plain Zephyr :: Phoenix Odd
#2
With fire to keep us warm, and tools we made from rocks and bones


It wasn't exactly fury that creased his brow and made him fly with reckless speed, but it was close. It wasn't betrayal either, but it was close to that too. The feeling that welled within the Wildfire's chest was something he couldn't articulate, and not simply because of his poor grasp of Helovia's common tongue. There wasn't a word for it in his language either. It was too raw, too all consuming. It defied definition and yet it overtook his mind, body, and soul like a torrential wind, soaking him through to his very core.

He burned with it.

He had come to terms with the revolving positions of Ampere and Sohalia in his life, forcibly accepting the arrival of one with the almost necessary departure of the other. He had been able to forgive Sohalia for leaving, or had at least been able to be okay with it. He had welcomed her back, turning his back on their past and embracing their future as he always had. She had after all, come back to him.

Only it seemed, he wasn't her first stop.

It had been the filly he had come across through pure happenstance, that had unraveled anything; the child of Sohalia and Kaj. Her age and the things she said solidified the picture that had formed in Gaucho's mind - sure, some of the details his imagination filled in, but the important parts the girl had confirmed. Had Sohalia knowingly returned to the Falls, the way she had last time she returned to Helovia? Had she sought out Kaj intentionally? These details his mind wildly speculated upon, but that didn't change the things he knew. She had not come to find him - she had sought refuge somewhere else first. That .. he knew and understood. That she had bedded Kaj, one of his few friends, bore his child and said nothing of it to him?

The flames that licked his wings flared brightly.

He couldn't think of how to forgive her for this.

He couldn't think of anything.

But then -

A voice drew down his attention, and he saw Nyx. That he had met the mare before was not what made him dive down towards her, but two features of herself that dulled the anger simmering just behind his eyes.

- That she wanted to spar
- The electricity that he knew she possessed. 

In his rage and grief, he allowed his mind to superimpose Ampere over the gray mare below. Physically they were not similar in more than a handful of ways. But fighting ... and electricity ... His hate for Sohalia raised the memory of Ampere onto a pedastil, and now Nyx was afforded that same position in his mind. 

Yes, she was what he wanted. What he needed. Let her throw her lightning at him - he would willingly take the cold fire. Better to face the wounds on his skin, than those on his heart. 

Without a word, for a creature as large as Gaucho rarely needed to draw attention to his arrival, began the spar that Nyx had asked for, and that he needed. He did not throw fire at her though - did not attack from a distance. Instead, he flew near to the ground until his large black hooves touched the loamy earth and began to carry his weight. Thundering forward, he galloped towards her, aiming to slow to a canter as he neared. He wanted to collide his chest into her own, to crash into her and feel her yield beneath him. The spikes on his collar were not extended so he would not puncture her, though his teeth did snag outwards, trying to bite her shoulder or wither should his neck and her positioning afford him that opportunity. 

He felt grief and anguish slosh ahead of himself like a wave, and as the heat of Nyx's body wafted back to him, his emotions crashed down upon him. The fire around him rose and brightened though produced no heat, and in his antlers, Mara was uncharacteristically still.  She knew that this was his battle to fight, not hers. As quickly (and safely) as she could, the serpent slipped down the base of his neck, spine, and hind-leg, disappearing in the grass as she left the Wildfire to his own devices. 



Sorry for the delay! :D

WC: 713
Attack: 1/3

@Nyx 

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Nyx Posts: 292
Deceased atk: 7.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6.0
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 11 HP: 72 | Buff: SWIFT
Dominus :: White Lion :: None Snow
#3

Magnificence comes from the sky. He is flaming splendour, he is raw power and burning masculinity; he is war. He is beautiful, and he is....holy shit, he's charging towards her.

Her metaphorical balls get that little bit sweatier.

From the garbled blur of bronze flesh and harsh muscle that she glimpses in the short few seconds whilst he's charging at her, she realises that she recognises him. They'd interacted long, long ago, before the shadows that turned the silver into a wraith-ified walking corpse. She'd pledged herself to his cause, once. Now, years have passed, and he's here - and there's little doubt that Nyx is about to get the fight of her life. He's a leviathan, at least a hand taller than her, a good deal broader, a good deal stronger. Normally, she holds the edge on larger, slower opponents with her speed and agility, but she gets the distinct impression that this handsome piece of man-meat is no slouch.

In other words, she's outgunned, outnumbered, out of luck. She's a quivering mouse in front of a great big fucking lion; a trembling cloud in the wake of a heaving storm.

Well, not so much quivering and trembling, as exuding iron-like defiance in the face of being splattered into thousands of little grey pieces. Nyx might be shitting her pants at the sight of a giant devilishly handsome brute charging towards her like a yearling colt towards a mare in heat, but she's been in this game long enough to know better than to show her fear.

She might be about to become a vaguely Nyx-shaped pancake beneath the force of this brown behemoth's ire, but dammit, she'll go down fighting. She'll go down trying. She'll go down wanting to pound that like the fist of an angry god, because she can't ignore the fact that he's just as hot as he was last time they met.

But that's not a healthy train of thought. That train of thought makes babies. Ass-ripping twins. Hell, no.

She flings herself to her right, Dominus snarling and growling at her heels. She firmly demands that he move, because this is about to get messy. Obligingly he shifts aside, to glower nastily on the sidelines as his bonded is slammed by the massive chest of the Sultan. Her shift to her right means that his chest collides with her bony left shoulder rather than the meat of her own chest, but the silver soldier knows better than to try and stand against the sheer force of him. He is like the storm; sometimes even the mightiest of trees must bend beneath him, else they snap beneath his weight.

So, rather than attempting to stand her ground, Nyx allows herself to slide backwards. Her hooves slip easily along the moist sand, and her luck holds to the extent that she doesn't hit a rock during her backwards motion. As a result of giving to the impact rather than attempting to stand against it, the mare manages to lessen some of the damage to herself. She still receives a medium-depth, exceedingly painful bruise on the point of her left shoulder, which risks impeding her movement once the initial adrenaline has worn off. Jesus, he hits like a wrecking ball on crack. "Fuck, who pissed on your breakfast?" she gargles out good-humouredly, her words devoid of malice and her eyes gleaming.

For the first time in months, she feels alive. She needs to be hit, and hard. She doesn't know why Gaucho has swooped in like an avenging angel of feral power and death, but she's grateful for it.

Now it's her turn. She's not just a pretty(ish) face and a vulgar mouth.

His teeth just miss their target due to her movement to the right, although her new bruise is quite painful enough. Without missing a beat, the grey summons her magic; a thin layer of ice erupts into existence across her flesh, and an electrical current zaps across this frail shield like blue lightning dancing across a snowscape. Nyx presses forwards, seeking to prolong the contact between their bodies to try and give him a good shocking; she shifts slightly, however, to try and push her chest closer to him and move her bruised shoulder further away.

Her own teeth lash out, aiming upwards. She hopes to plant a harsh bite on the left side of his powerful neck, just so he knows she's here and doesn't bend that easily.

Nyx

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IT WAS WORTH THE WAIT <33 Sorry I replied so fast but hrgrhh the muse for this fight is real

@Gaucho

1/3 - 744 words

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Gaucho The Wildfire Posts: 1,004
Deceased atk: 8.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 8
Stallion :: Pegasus :: 17.2 :: 12 HP: 85 | Buff: PINNACLE
Mara :: Black Mamba Snake :: Paralyze & Vorsa :: Plain Zephyr :: Phoenix Odd
#4
With fire to keep us warm, and tools we made from rocks and bones




Gaucho felt a sharp pain rumble up his chest with the impact; Nyx is far bonier than she appeared. The dun might have wondered if the winter was particularly harsh in the Edge, such that the warrior mare had lost some of her meat and muscle, but his mind was distracted. Although his teeth did not find purchase on her pale skin, the scent of mare was so consuming that it temporarily satisfied the need that tasting her would have also satisfied. Her words cause the briefest smile to stir his dark lips, causing the bone that pierced his muzzle to tremble slightly. He had somehow expected this of her - knew that she would be up for his challenge, and not just because she had asked for it. This was one of the ways in which her similarity to Ampere mattered the most. Her battle lust was what he wanted from her now - needed from her. He saw flashes of Ampere in that spark of her eyes and the amused edge of her voice.

Despite his want for pain, the dun can't help his heavily honed instincts. As a flash of cold races across her skin, the Wildfire dances backwards. He is elegant and quick for one so large, though it has taken years of constant training to get his legs to delicately cross over the way that they do.

Her chest thrusts towards him and for one mouth-watering moment he considers halting and allowing her to embrace him with her shield and her teeth.

But he had never given in to Ampere, had never gone easy, and he would do no such thing with Nyx either. Fire poured from his antlers taking the shape of a great bear. It took Gaucho's place as the dun retreated another pace or so, such that if Nyx continued her assault it would be the bear who would great her, rather than Gaucho's impressively muscled chest. Even so, the point of the bear was more defensive or distraction, rather than an attack. He might have evaded the mare's advances  but that didn't mean he was giving up his original idea of keeping this fight close.

Gaucho lunged around his fiery creation, hoping that Nyx had merely balked at it and remained roughly where she was. If not, his long legs would seek to bring himself along her right side, if he could. "Gaucho not have breakfast. He grunted. Once again his teeth sought her flesh, only now it was aimed at the tender skin where her ribs ended and her thickly muscled hip began. Nyx's flesh was an amalgamation of white and grey, but even so, his mind saw Ampere's black and blue. A hungry snarl of desire and rage began deep in his throat, releasing through his dark lips as he aimed his bite. Successful or no, the dun was not stagnant. His blue-striped shoulders aimed to shove her hips aside as he tried to continue down the length of her, hoping to remain close enough to her hindquarters so that she couldn't buck or kick out at him. 

"Maybe you be Gaucho's breakfast." He concluded still sounding amused despite the way his body seemed to shake with anger. 

In his attempts to push Sohalia from his mind, he succeeded only in reviving thoughts of her. When he thought of Nyx's skin, he saw Ampere. But in seeing Ampere, his mind reminded him why he was. Because she had left and Sohalia had returned.

Just not to him. 

Guilt did not tax Gaucho's warrior's brain or heart. The pair were ... 'over' wasn't precisely the right word. Perhaps they had never actually come back together, they had merely re-coupled their love and their passion one last time. And maybe it wasn't even that.




WC: 630
Attack: 2/3

@Nyx 

OMG MAYBE WE CAN FINISH THIS BEFORE I LEAVE. HNNGG.


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Nyx Posts: 292
Deceased atk: 7.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6.0
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 11 HP: 72 | Buff: SWIFT
Dominus :: White Lion :: None Snow
#5

Well, shit.

Where her handsome spar-partner stood a few seconds ago, there is now a giant-ass fiery bear. Startled, the silver slams back her ears and flings on her brakes; she stops just before she's about to face-plant the flaming creature, and hurriedly throws herself into reverse to get away from the searing heat. Damn, he's nimble for a big bastard. She'd deduced as much - he might be built like a brick shithouse, but he doesn't exude the cumbersome bulk of some heavy draft breeds. It is still quite an unpleasant shock to find that her first barrage of attacks have come up blank, however, and she shudders at the very realistic notion of going through a whole battle without landing a single hit. That would be embarrassing.

Gaucho not have breakfast. Ah, she remembers those dulcet tones. She's willing to bet that delicious voice of his has moistened many a pair of panties in his lifetime, and she's certainly no different. She has about as much self-control around attractive men as Dominus has around herbivorous prey. Her pupils dilate and a hungry half-gargle half-growl emits from her lips, whilst the sweat that liberally beads across her flesh grows that little bit thicker. "Ooh, dear - a little bit tense, are we? Not getting any action at home, Mister Muscles?"

At the obviously flirtatious hint in her voice, Dominus releases an audible groan of disgust and flings his furry white paws across his eyes, his tail flickering with exasperation. "Not again."

No sooner have the words left Nyx's lips than her opponent is upon her again, like a wild animal upon fresh meat; his teeth land heavily and firmly upon his intended area, and a bruise immediately springs into existence on her grey hide. Jesus, it hurts. She desperately flings her body into reverse, trying to escape any further bombardment, but his shoulder rams against her right side and clunks against her hip with an impact that leaves yet another formidable bruise in its wake. Already she's aching more than she cares to notice, but god dammit, she cannot and will not just bend to him like some broken toy to an angry child. She is not General of the Edge for nothing. She might lose, but she's going to damn well lose with dignity.

His words momentarily deter her mental tirade, and despite her pain and determination she ejects a snort of amusement. "Do you go around propositioning all of your spar partners, handsome, or should I consider myself special?" With a deep huff, the silver swings her hips around to their left, hoping to bring her front end facing the middle of his right side (because trying to bring her back end into play is out of the question, not to mention she doesn't fancy trying to balance her full weight on her injured front shoulder in order to lash out with her hindlegs). She swings her neck in a long flicking motion, aiming to drag the tip of her horn along his right side from flank to shoulder; if she could leave a scar on that delightful flesh of his, it would be great.

Simultaneously, Nyx summons her second magic. She's never used it in battle before, and thus her aim might not be quite as good as it could be - she attempts to bid electricity to sizzle through the water in his bloodstream, hoping to cause considerable pain and distraction. Hopefully, he'll be so focused on the shock that's radiating inside him that he'll allow her horn attack to land, because she daren't call herself General if she misses every god damn blow in this fight.

Just to accompany the symphony of determination and steely focus, the silver's mind is plagued with devilish thoughts of this annoyingly attractive man. He fights like nothing she's witnessed before, and that, to the war-mongering mare, is sex on bread. She wants more of that. She might be losing this battle horribly, but she's enjoying it immensely.

Nyx

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Magic she's using:

:: [ Magic: SparkxWater | Ability to electrify the water within others' bodies. ]

@Gaucho

2/3 - 666 (DEVIL WORDCOUNT OMG) words

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Gaucho The Wildfire Posts: 1,004
Deceased atk: 8.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 8
Stallion :: Pegasus :: 17.2 :: 12 HP: 85 | Buff: PINNACLE
Mara :: Black Mamba Snake :: Paralyze & Vorsa :: Plain Zephyr :: Phoenix Odd
#6
With fire to keep us warm, and tools we made from rocks and bones



Gaucho felt his teeth sink against her sweaty hide and tried to allow himself a moment to savour it. How many times had he sunk similar bites against Ampere, tasting the salty liquid of her body? But Nyx was not Ampere. Instead, Nyx tasted of cold places and misty mountains. No matter how closely the muscles beneath her coat matched Ampere’s, the taste was not the same. Not unpleasant, just not the same. But of course, Gaucho knew that it wouldn’t. His mind could only force the illusion to last for so long – it couldn’t change the things that his tongue experienced.

Still, the sensation was pleasant, as was feeling of her body bombarded by his own.

The dun only considered her question for a moment before a smirk parted his dark lips. “You the one who bring up breakfast.” He taunted, his face a primal mask of sweat and flashing white teeth. "Dragon’s Throat not have a buffet. Sometimes have to take a snack where it offered.” Another smile.

Given her injuries, Gaucho expects the silver to either use magic or her horn. It is what he would do given her tactical position, and from what he knows of Nyx and what he has witnessed of her during this spar, she is not a new player to this arena. She knows what she is doing. So, the dun tries to parry his body away from hers, swinging his hips wide in an arc, but in a way that might bring him to directly face her. He wants to merely move out of the way of her attack, but not move away from her. Likely it is this masculine need that is his downfall.

For the first time the thoughts of Ampere that flood his min are naturally caused. The only time he has felt electricity like this – literal electricity – was in spars with her. Rivers of blue fire seemed to fill his veins. He took a step, expecting his skin or bones to hurt as if he was on fire, but they didn’t, and that seemed to make it all the worse. The pain was inside, only this was not the metaphorical pain of his heart or soul, burned by Ampere and Sohalia. This was real fire coursing through in blue electrical snaps of energy and force.

Gaucho stumbled, but only because his mind seemed too stumped by how to respond to what he was feeling to monitor the motion of his hooves. He swayed sideways – into Nyx’s horn – and for a moment was relieved by it. At least the shooting, blaring, screaming pain was something he could understand. It was then that his vision began to blur, as if he was simultaneously starved for oxygen, and also overwhelmed by it. Black stars swam in front of his eyes, and when he blinked to clear his vision, he expected to see the dazzling blue of Ampere’s gaze looking back at him. What he saw was the grass rising to meet him at an alarming speed. His hooves flailed before him without any gracefulness whatsoever, but managed to keep him steady. The dun was also breathing at an alarming rate, likely because the change in oxygen in his blood was causing his heart and lungs to do crazy things, and he grit his teeth together to try and force his senses to come back under his control.  

His body felt the way a lightning storm looked – black and gray and blue with dazzling shots of light and horrendous thunder to follow.

But despite the epic levels of pain and discomfort, Gaucho is smiling. His blue-gray gaze rises, searching for Nyx’s. “Again.” He grunts sounding like some sort of masochistic junky. His lips feel numb and the word comes out more slurred than normal. He moves towards her, jerkily at first while the pins and needles work themselves out of his bones, and then faster. His eyes are hungry and needy. He could feel Ampere in that attack, and he needed it again.

Despite the pain, Gaucho tried to slam himself into Nyx’s body once more as a sensual neediness began to swell within his system with renewed vigour. He wanted to feel her close, but to also mark her as she had marked him, though he would use the same blood to do it. He aimed to brush his wounded rib cage against her own, smearing the dark maroon liquid there over her much lighter coat.




WC: 746 (so says my tablet. If this is off, blame the Microsoft word app :| )
Attack: 3/3

@Nyx 



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Nyx Posts: 292
Deceased atk: 7.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6.0
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 11 HP: 72 | Buff: SWIFT
Dominus :: White Lion :: None Snow
#7
THIS FIGHT IN A GIF



A great belly-laugh erupts from her at his words. "Oh, I completely understand." She knows precisely what he means. Sometimes, one has to find their release outside of the bounds of their herds; for a moment she thinks of Tembovu, wonders what he would think if he'd met her like this (horny, hot and bored). Would he have agreed to satisfy her again, or shun her for fear of upsetting his lady wife? The silver shrivels her nostrils, still disgusted that a man as fine as the Elephant King should take himself off the market due to monogamy.

It does not cross her mind that the great warlord she's currently battling is also a one-woman kind of guy, and that it's purely a happy quirk of chance that has lead him to run into Nyx when he's angry, single and ready to mingle. When he's unattached. Or unchained, as the silver prefers to think of it.

To her considerable astonishment, her next set of attacks meet with far greater success than her first ones. Judging by his sudden erratic movements, she can assume her sizzling of his blood succeeded; her horn finds purchase in his flesh as well, and a purr of delight escapes her lips. She's aching, burning, losing, but at least he's hurting now, too. She has marked the Wildfire, the greatest warlord to ever set foot in Helovia - that's something to tell the grandkids.

Again. Well, she's never heard that before. "Ooh, kinky," she says, her voice a husky purr. "I can see why we get along."

Her success is shortlived. She automatically shifts backwards as he moves, so as a result when he swings his colossal side into hers, it's his giant hindquarters that hit her rather than his ribcage. Hard muscle and sheer brawn slams into her left side with enough force to knock the breath out of her, and she's launched unceremoniously to her right. She feels at least two ribs crack with the force, and the air is forced from her lungs in a croaky, pained gargle; agony like she's never felt before ripples through her whole side. She has never broken a bone before, and the pain is acute - it is all-consuming, it is like fire in her skin, hot needles into her very core.

She's defeated, she can't go on - sense tells her to submit now rather than fight on through this pain, but she'll be fucked if she gives up so easily. That is not how she's made.

So, with a savage war-bellow, the silver hobbles forwards and swings her own hindquarters to the left, attempting to slam them into his own wounded ribcage to try and cause a pain similar to the one she's currently suffering. As she does so, she coats her flesh with electrified ice again; she sizzles with power as she attempts to cause his flesh to ache and spark all in one fluent movement. And, as her coupe de grace, she once again aims to set the water in his blood afire with electricity. A cacophony of lightning, she is the storm in grey fur.

He wanted again? He's damn well getting it.

Nyx

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@Gaucho

3/3 - 527 words

YAY I GOT TO FIGHT ODD I really enjoyed this spar thank you <33

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Gaucho The Wildfire Posts: 1,004
Deceased atk: 8.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 8
Stallion :: Pegasus :: 17.2 :: 12 HP: 85 | Buff: PINNACLE
Mara :: Black Mamba Snake :: Paralyze & Vorsa :: Plain Zephyr :: Phoenix Odd
#8
With fire to keep us warm, and tools we made from rocks and bones




Gaucho could feel the mare propelled away from him, but not in the way he had wanted. His aim had been to sidle up beside her, rubbing himself against her flank (aggressively, to be sure), in the same way a cat might rub its cheek against something that it wants to claim ownership of. He wanted to see his blood smeared against her pale coat, and in that, he felt robbed.

The dun's movements had not dallied in perhaps the way that the silver thought that he might (he wanted it again, but that didn't mean he was going to stand around an wait for it like a steel target). His long legs had carried him past her hindquarters, so by the time they swung out to try and knock into him - icy ass or no - he had already moved. Perhaps it was because of this miscalculation that he only felt a trace of the magic that had so consumed him only moments before. There was no electric fire in his veins, only a tingling and irritating sensation of pinpricks that seemed to snap, crackle, and pop in his hindquarters. It made him want to rub his haunches against a tree, or allow himself a particularly long roll. It was not reminiscent of the strength he had felt moments ago, or Ampere's wrath. Gaucho felt his teeth clenching together as a frustrated snort escaped his bone-pierced nostrils. 

It was nothing like the blue flame he had felt moments before. In that regard, the dun was still unsatisfied. But perhaps not for long. 

The Wildfire turned neatly on his forehand, bringing himself around to stare at the silver. She had put up a good fight - as was evidenced by the blood drying on his rib cage - but she did not appear beaten. He had given her what she had been asking for. Would she return the favour? 


"Nyx strong." Gaucho grunted appreciatively, though his gaze was not on her eyes or even her face, but the hills and valleys of her muscular physique. Again the image of Ampere overlayed the silver mare, and he saw the likeness between the sturdiness of their builds, despite the other obvious differences. She didn't smell like Ampere, didn't speak like Ampere, and didn't look like Ampere, but for a few shining moments during their spar, she might have been. She perpetuated his madness by being close enough, and that seemed to be all Gaucho could ask for. 

Close didn't just count in horseshoes and hand grenades. It also seemed to count in loneliness and desire.

Now it was time to see just how close she could come.



WC: 442
Attack: Closing
WOOP. Good spar, Snow!!! <3


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#9
20 HP gap, victory to Gaucho. +1 VP to Gaucho, +1 EXP to Nyx
 HP: 1100

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