Snow has enveloped the earth in its frigid embrace. Several of the copious trees have their kindling weighed down to practically their breaking points. Murder never discerned how he felt about the season of silence. He found it to be exquisite in surplus ways, yet he wasn’t excessively fond of the bitter temperatures. Snowflakes pirouetted from the dreary firmament above and reposed upon Murder’s blue roan stained flesh. A chill darted up his vertebrae and triggered the muscles in his flanks, back and posterior to quiver abruptly, eradicating a fair bit of the ivory residue that had accumulated atop his cadaver. Not even his dense winter pelt could armor him from the arctic elements. Appendages conceded to his bulk and left pits in the powder where they transported him. Murder had but a moment ago departed from the scene of a crime that was committed against him and was on his way to correct it. The bastardly Gods had embezzled his stygian cohorts and introduced a fury to Murder in which he had never partook in before, and it was destroying him. Predominantly Murder is a very sane and intellectual baron, often practically pleasant in demeanor. Nevertheless that had altered with a vengeance and now Murder didn’t even care too much for his own abnormal behavior.

A vast array of contemplations distributed through Murder’s mind as he voyaged further out of the Threshold to commence his pursuit for an audience with the deities. His thoughts were only disturbed when he detected yet another equine, relatively few paces away, which appeared to be having a seizure. The bizarre way she seemed to be thrashing about begot Murder to cease to move as he observed her with bewildered voids. The snowfall had terminated now and the sun was inaugurating itself from behind the drab clouds, casting a citrine incandescence into the clearing the epileptic broad occupied. Murder stood in the shadows of an adjoining pine and viewed the mare with mild amusement. What the hell is she doing? Combating the wind? He mused with a hushed chuckle. Instantly the sterling femme anchored herself back onto the earth, coughing and wheezing like an obese middle aged man. Intuitively Murder took a step forward as the cognizance took hold of him, he had formerly met this convulsing wench however he never did receive her name. To be bluntly honest, he hadn’t wanted too. In the moment the realization hit him she looked in his vicinity and he stared back at her, perplexed. However he did not anticipate the actions that ensued. Rapidly she launched herself at him with bursting haste, and he identified what was to come, this shrew sought to battle.

A cackle absconded from his jaws as she came to rest in front of him and reared upon her diminutive hind pistons. If it was a fight she required then Murder would not reject her. Dropping his dome he hauled himself beneath her chest and thrashing cannons, capturing a scarce couple tepidly painful slices to the spine and withers. Murder acknowledged these abrasions would most likely not be so insignificant later but his mind was on clipping this haughty cherub’s wings. Pitching his anterior half maliciously upward he aimed to hit her in the expanse between her breast and gut with his withers and sharp scapula. Murder had a few inches on her and he was nearly convinced that on this slick terrain she would be catapulted to the soil with quite the clatter. If the harpy somehow succeeded in bypassing his prior barrage Murder recommenced his foremost legs to the earth and propelled himself from below her. When he felt as if his buttock was a decent distance from under the girl Murder thrust his astern appendages skyward while bucking at the bitch with ample force. He was uncertain if he would make contact but there was not a chance she could evade both attacks. Bring all fours once more to the frozen topography Murder revolved swiftly to assess what damage he had produced. He was agitated and hopeful that she had had plenty, but he wasn’t incompetent and could definitely distinguish that this vixen was tenacious. He was going to have to be in it for the duration, and already his irritation was building. Perhaps Murder would have apologized in the future, after he’d recovered his associates, but that route was now destroyed and he coveted to put her in her place. She was wasting his precious time and he would punish her for it.

{ ooc: His attack was getting under her when she reared and thrusting himself upwards in hoping to knock her off her feet. If that didn't work he rushed out from beneath her and bucked forcefully towards her shoulder and side. }

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A vivacious laugh fled from Murder’s gullet this time, much more jovial from the aforementioned as he watched the wench blunder cumbersomely across the perilous ice layered earth. The spectacle was truly one to behold. Such a colossally winged equine flapping and scraping transversely over the snow could make even the morose smile. This mare acted as if she thought so remarkably of herself and yet at this moment her dignity must have been obliterated. When she managed to cease her involuntary excursion to the opposite side of the glade Murder elevated his skull in anticipation of what antics she would be up to next. This bout had gone from an annoyance to a performance rather hastily. As he predicted the damsel’s disconcertingly ebonite chasms were on him once more, and they were occupied with a converted indignation. Abaft a veil of vapor from her nares he heard her shriek, causing his audial horns to clasp firmly to his cranium. "You cow-footed, half-faced, fucking little beast!" The smirk that was lastingly abundant upon Murder’s chops broadened with her slew of insults. Half-faced? What does that even mean? Murder speculated as he skewed his head to the left faintly.

Antecedently he could ruminate on this the harlot had propelled herself into the air upon her two-hued plumbed appendages and soared en route of him. Dome was sunk as she swiftly approached, those damned extensions gave her such an advantage. Murder had to deliberate hurriedly on what the ensuing best course of action should be, he hadn’t precisely foreseen having a nine hundred pound female to throw herself on him. Striding backwards and quickly rotating Murder stabbed his posterior supports out yet again targeting her solar plexus, his rearmost sinews bracing for the impact from her talons. As Murder had estimated the femme’s hooves collided with his rump, carving reasonably deep into his flesh and superficial gluteal muscles on either flank. A lax exhalation of discomfort was issued from Murder’s nostrils as he tried to ignore the sharp sting that had taken hold of his hindquarters. Returning his legs to the firm soil Murder hurled himself from under her all over again, dreads lashing out behind him as he sprinted. Rotating finally he scowled at her with ominous wrath. Blood percolated from his lacerations and seeped onto the compacted terrain, leaving a miniscule loch of vermillion liquid. Abruptly he bounded towards her with strident clanks from his cloven hooves. Stem outstretched and jowls open as Murder’s fangs hunted for her esophagus with passion. He had no aspiration to slay her, however maiming horrifically sounded magnificent.

{ ooc: His attacks was turning when she tries to land on him and bucking at her again, aiming for her stomach. After he gets out from under her he runs at her and tries to latch on to her throat with his teeth. }

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Murder missed scarcely but fortunately he hadn’t projected to hit her with this clamping of jowls. He sensed her ivories graze his epithelium but no mutilation was caused this time. It was a feeble outburst on the mare’s part, but a reprieve for Murder’s ass. The blood was commencing to coagulate as it mixed with oxygen to gradually form a scab over the matching gashes upon Murder’s rump. The aching he had felt during the birth of the lesions had diminished to a dull throb as he concentrated on the skirmish and his rapaciousness to thwart her.The harlot’s words were barely comprehended by Murder as he prepared for his next incursion. He had perceived previously that she did not convey much in the way of intellectual dialog so he had decided to tune her out. Murder would not lose to this insubstantial damsel, not today.

Discontinuing his charge Murder’s hooves burrowed into the soil with desperation to bring him to a halt hurriedly. Ascending his torso and obverse columns from the acreage Murder twisted himself once more to face the dove and, devoid of hesitation, launched himself at her yet again. Murder’s head was hauled back and ground ward, protecting his throat and bracing for impact, as his antlers protruded out in defense. He charged her again, this one comparable to the prior onslaught, however he had a new plan of assault and a smirk contorted his lips as he rushed at her. When he established himself right ahead of the dame Murder curved ascetically to the left and intended to ram his broad shoulder against hers. At that equal instant Murder slanted his skull to the left, setting his horns in place to make contact with her flank and hip.

His talons pushed violently from the earth sending his full weight into the blitz. The vixen was young, he could tell, and inexperienced. Murder would pity the girl for her naivety, if he wasn’t so shrouded in endeavoring to tear her apart. Angling back to the right following his attack Murder leapt away from the shrew and slide negligible feet to the brink of the trivial clearing. Leonine fringe flicked with aggravation as he glanced over his shoulder to see if he’d succeeded in penetrating her hide. Nonchalantly he permitted his words to drift from his maw, a sullenness crusting every syllable.

“Are you quite finished?”

{ ooc: He charged her, going slightly to the right, then slam her in the shoulder with his shoulder while trying to stab her in the side and rump with his horn. }

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It was apparent that this broad unequivocally felt like Murder would succumb to that serene approach, and she was an imbecile for it. As she advanced toward him Murder rotated to face her and reinforced his physique, predicting her concluding move. It was apparent that she was growing exhausted, she was a pampered monarch he could tell, and while Murder’s pelt supported a fresh coat of perspiration he was far from weary. He was not a warrior by any means, never strictly being of the bellicose variety, but Murder had seen his portion of battles in his twelve years on this earth making him not ignorant towards combat. Something he couldn’t say for this wench. Like he had expected she rose up once more, lashing out with slender pillars, as Murder stepped to the right. The bitch’s left hoof nicked his chest but hardly broke the skin as Murder lowered his dome and thrust his horns up towards her plumed pennon trying to stab at the joint and her shoulder again. He detected something slip between his horns, which he was nearly confident was the bone that connected her cespitose feathered limb to her form, and he smiled. Before Murder could ruminate on it much more the femme vaulted rearward and he was heaved forward with her marginally before liberating himself. If that had been the joint, and Murder was practically convinced it was, that hasty gesture had to of hurt, and severely.

Murder elevated his skull to analyze the damage for the final time as a pleased exhalation was released from his nostrils. Her pale cadaver glistened with sweat in the rays of the sun, her breathing was rapid, she was fatigued and it was very obvious. Aside from limited lacerations and contusions Murder felt ultimately satisfactory, and to see his adversary so out of breath only made him feel superior. This had been a manageable brawl, for that Murder was contented, however he just craved to get on with regaining his crows and be finished with this harlot once and for all. She had been nothing but a waste of time.

{ ooc: He stepped to the right to dodge her attack and lowered his head to stab at her left wing joint, feeling as if he caught it between his two horns possibly. }

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