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Eagle-like and orphic the pale one’s opponent sprang with sheer ferocity almost right over his charge, though not before those bone-breaking horns had the chance to pound upon her forlegs. It had not been a total miss, though not a failure in the slightest. He should have anticipated the pegasus would use the air to her advantage - if the wind was to be his nemesis it made sense rally the earth and ground to his side. There was little time to think, though; virtually none at all, for the bronze one had sprung a mighty trap. His own attack had been a success somewhat, though it had been her escape that had been his downfall and immediately he regretted his initial approach. The impact was swift and cunning - so much so that it took up to a number of seconds to actually feel the damage. Springing away from her brutal, puncturing hooves, Toulouses body had soon left the initial shock far behind and pain took over. Bloodflood, it stained his shoulder in a remarkable cascade of crimson and sanguine - a shade he loved more than any other. A gruelling grunt could not be withheld, not by every tooth in his mouth or all the bones in his cranium. The pain… it was most fearsome. The feathered one had done him a great blow and here he stood baffled at the muscle-deep wound she had left in his shoulder like a dint in metal. Perhaps he wished to curse her or chant obscenities at her. Maybe he wished to cause her pain in return like she had done to him yet spend it twofold. Toulouse turned to find the woman looking towards him and instead he found an element of playfulness to her prowl - the serpent had half expected to see a malicious, feasting hunger in her eyes after that dig she had taken at his shoulder. The pain was not becoming any more bearable, in fact, it was worse if anything. Still, the gelding searched for her gaze, wishing to communicate to her some way, somehow, what he felt and thought. In the hopes of finding eye contact Toulouse looked darkly towards the creator of his pain, breathing deeply into the back of his lungs. It was when his mighty inhale left his body that he felt a strike of paint radiate from his temples and then trickle down his legs - it was crippling, causing him to stand rigid for a short moment before it left his body entirely. Turning around on the spot the pale creature looked frantically for the source of such horrid witchcraft, but it was only a few seconds later that he realised that he was it’s origin. It was a power he had felt before. A long time before his entry to helovia. Magic was something a natural as breathing to the T’detan however, it had been far too long since he had felt its power within him. As if drawing strength from the wound in his shoulder and the sorrow in his mind, the feeling grew as his eyes danced over his opponent. What would happen if they locked eyes? It remained to be seen. The confidence this discovery had given him was truly remarkable; a smile finding his features, the gelding stared in the face of the pegasus and began to creep forwards to begin his attack - however, this time he had a vastly difference approach. Eyes fixed upon his opponent without any intention of moving, Toulouse once again attempted to summon the power and dream from within the abyss within his own person. Pain. The word circled around his mind, wishing to push the feeling upon his opponent. How would it feel to her? Would it cripple her as it had him? If it worked, if he had succeeded in conjuring his new found magic, then he would proceed with trying a deep blow at her head in an attempt to injure her senses with his horns once more. A cutthroat, nasty move but perhaps a necessary comeback. -------- 2/3 - 657 words. this is such a good spar eee! summary; Toulouse takes her hit and rushes away from under her , her now has a nasty muscle-deep gash on his shoulder. He then sees her looking at him, and then by looking at her eyes his magic begins to awaken! He then approaches and attemts to use his magic on Ru, then attempts to whack her in the head with his horns! @Ru |
I AM THE KEY TO THE LOCK IN YOUR HOUSE—
DO NOT CRY OUT OR HIT THE ALARM
YOU KNOW WE'RE FRIEND TIL WE DIE—
EITHER WAY YOU TURN, I'LL BE THERE
OPEN UP YOUR SKULL, I'LL BE THERE
CLIMBING UP THE WALLS
SO LOCK THE KIDS UP SAFE TONIGHT
CLOSE THE EYES IN THE CUPBOARD
DO NOT CRY OUT OR HIT THE ALARM
YOU KNOW WE'RE FRIEND TIL WE DIE—
EITHER WAY YOU TURN, I'LL BE THERE
OPEN UP YOUR SKULL, I'LL BE THERE
CLIMBING UP THE WALLS
SO LOCK THE KIDS UP SAFE TONIGHT
CLOSE THE EYES IN THE CUPBOARD
