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11-12-2016, 06:36 PM
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isopia
Having had a large portion of her memories erased, Isopia had reverted to a previous version of herself. A version that knew only the childhood love of her friend Zero, who had never experienced (nor indulged in) sexual urges. A version of herself that had never murdered a child, nor had given birth. Her actions over the past few seasons had led to an Isopia that was nearly unrecognizable from the academic, emotionless mare she had worked so hard to become. For a time, she was reckless, passion driven, and foolish. She let her heart guide her decisions, and in the end, not even her vast mind could endure the memories she had created. Without those memories, were the lessons she had learned all for nothing? Was her child's death rendered that much more meaningless now that his existence was forgotten? Many would say yes. Could Isopia answer, she would say no. Her relationship with Volterra and its evolution were surely so improbable, that such circumstance, statistically, could not happen to her again. She didn't need those lessons to guide her, because now that that one possibility had been played out, it never would again. And so, as a call for action rang down from one of the mountaintops, Isopia received it with an open, and academic mind. Despite the strength given to her by virtue of her semi-godly blood, Isopia was not the warrior that she desired to be. In this land of might makes right, there were many who had bested her in the metaphorical arena. Aristotle had encouraged a fakery, of a sort, with regards to mastering anything. Virtue, for Aristotle, was nothing more than something one did as though it was second nature. That was a crude formation of course, but the phrase fake it 'till you make it, certainly had its roots in Aristotle. And so, though other minds might worry whether or not they were prepared enough to answer the call of an unknown opponent, Isopia took to the air on maroon and tan wings without hesitation. Despite the fact that the skies were her birthright as a winged creature, Isopia had never actually engaged in an aerial battle before. So rather than feeling trepidation at seeing her challenger appear through a haze of misty morning cloud cover, the demigoddess felt only a subdued sort of excitement at the opportunity to learn something new. As Isopia flew nearer and Ru became clearer, there was still precious little information the demigoddess could glean about her challenger. She was not one to make assumptions, and so other than her physical characteristics (objective characteristics mind you), Isopia could pull no real information which would aid her in this battle. A more seasoned warrior would likely have scoffed at this academic restriction on her part - assumptions could make the difference between a victory and death. If you could not look at your opponents well-muscled body and assume physical strength, what good was it to look in the first place? But Isopia had never been conventional, and though her eyes saw much, her brain concluded little. "I have come to oblige your call." Isopia's voice rang out across the distance between the two winged mares. In the air, as opposed to the land, Isopia's mountainous size was a hindrance, rather than a help. Up here, it merely made her slower, as well as providing her challenger a larger target to hit. She would have to keep her distance, lest the smaller mare use her own body against her. (You see? Isopia had learned a few things along the way.) Isopia reached for her magic, grabbing at the earth inside of her soul. She created a few goodish-sized rocks, which she let fall from the sky, aimed at Ru. At the same time, hoping this magical attack would distract the naturalistically-marked mare (if they didn't hit her), Isopia flew forward. Her large wings propelled her through the frigid air, beating harder than normal for there were few air thermals at this height to assist her. She aimed to slam her left shoulder against Ru's left, hopefully upsetting her balance and causing her to lose altitude. Nearby, Hubris flew in a rough circle to remain parallel in height to the two mares. His bright blue gaze did not detect any sort of companion who could assist the brownish pegasus (though he would continue to search for one, just to be sure). This was not a battle Isopia needed to win (she would gained valuable information regardless of the outcome), and so unless Ru did have another to fight on her side, the bronze dragon did not feel the need to upset the balance of one-on-one combat. WC: 785 Attack: 1/3 Summary: Iso uses her earth magic to create a few rocks, and drops them over Ru. Then she rushes forward and tries to have her left shoulder and Ru's left collide. |
TEACHING NOTES
I'll give you feedback based on our current rubric. Since your opening posts aren't judged (just the actual attack posts), I don't have a ton to say. You've introduced the setting well (though do remember to carry that through the rest of your posts!). This was written BEAUTIFULLY, and your table is unbelievably cool ;)
