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if you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe [vol vs aelfwine]

Aelfwine Posts: 101
Dragon's Throat Warrior atk: 4 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16.1 :: 6 years HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE
Vanya :: Common Cerndyr :: Lamplight Skylark
#8
AELFWINE


The dappled mare’s eyes shut tight as she aimed for Volterra. She mentally prepared herself for feeling the sharp tines of her blood stained antlers plunging into his soft flesh, but the Gladiator slipped away from the brunt of her damage. As she collided with him, her antlers raked against his side, creating a line that parted the fur of where her horns had been, while little beads of scarlet blood began to appear. She didn’t even see if he had flinched. Irritation roared in her head as she came to a stop, lifting her head up to try and spot Volterra’s next move. His words were what she heard first, complimenting her in her attempts to attack him. However, as she stilled, her shoulder began to pulse and swell from his previous attack while her adrenaline began to decline. Her nostrils flared as she lifted her left cloven hoof from the soft, mushy earth. Her brows knitted together briefly as she inhaled, wincing slightly from the pain as the alcohol wore off and she became more aware of her injuries.

She didn’t have time to think, though. As she attempted to look over at Volterra again, to show that she was listening to his instructions of how she could try and guess his attacks, the Gladiator collided with her side. She stumbled once again, further this time than his last collision. Her cloven hooves scrambled across the earth for any hope of stabilizing her. At the same time, her breath escaped her lungs with so much force, a whimper erupted from her throat from the pain. Not only was her shoulder painful to the touch, with its swollen, radiating ache, now her entire left side hurt to breathe. Her breath grew shallow as her head hovered above the earth, eyes shut tight, standing in the same spot from her stumble. Her chest heaved with a combination of pain and the need to breathe, sending sharp pains all throughout her body, tightening up her rib cage. “Are… We… Done?” She whimpered through clenched teeth. “Can… We?'be done?' She questioned, lifting her head a minuscule amount to try and keep the pain from hurting more. She couldn't say anything else, the pain of trying to use her voice was far too intense that Aelfwine felt it wasn't worth it. Her emerald gaze looked for Volterra’s own scarlet ones, wondering if the determination in their depths would be replaced with worry at the sight of her - bruised, nearly broken, and covered in blood that wasn't her own. Or would it stir a more primal desire deep within him?

"Talk."

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Words: 438
Damage Tracker: A small scrape from Volterra’s bite on her neck. A deep bruise on her left shoulder, causing a slight limp. A deeper bruise to her left ribs causing pain while breathing/moving.
Summary: Angry that she missed a deeper wound, Aelfwine doesn’t listen to Volterra’s instructions and stops, trying to get used to the pain of the previous attacks until he rams into her. She stumbles and asks if they can be done.
OOC: Thanks for the fight Snow <333


sugarcane in the easy mornin',
weather-vanes my one and lonely.



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RE: if you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe [vol vs aelfwine] - by Aelfwine - 03-23-2017, 06:05 PM

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