amaris

dragonborn

They were restless. Clearing the area for the temple to be built had given some semblance of fitness, of physical activity, a vent for their pent up energy and emotion. They contributed their strength and time to the task willingly and diligently, but the experience had left them feeling... unfinished, as if they had stirred themselves up for a climax of sorts, only get there and find things exactly as they were before.

It was Amaris who primarily felt this way; Dramyrth was merely affected by secondary waves of emotion rolling off her. Being near other dragons seemed to have this effect on her - it awoke the other Amaris within her, the golden queen intent on seeing the world around her burn.

The golden dragonmare walked, her skin already hot beneath the early morning sun, her veins raised as her pulse thumped softly in her ears, which laid smoothly down upon her crown. She looked more draconic than ever, more serpentine and reptilian, despite the threads of caramel locks trimming the curve of her nape. The dragonmare was currently a beautiful, if terrifying, sight to behold.

Elongated strides took her across the sandy dunes of the Endless Blue, her tail twitching with anticipation and pent up energy. Unwittingly, she unfurled the whip that curled itself around her scythed tail, letting it drag along behind her for some lengths. Dramyrth coasted on the already-warm breeze above her, chortling a low song in response to his bonded's antics. He had never seen her this way, and it intrigued him. He had tried previously to learn more about this other queen who seemed to reside within Amaris' heart of hearts, but despite being soul-bound to her, still knew very little. If anything, the little king welcomed this change, knowing that it was a temporary thing, a fleeting mood, a way for Amaris to express her deepest desires (hopefully without causing too much harm).

A decision seemed to have been made then, for the dragonmare paused her strides atop a small hill of sand; a queen surveying her kingdom. She had sparred with Ampere before; she remembered the General's guidance. Stop fighting yourself, she recalled, remembering the fear with which Amaris had fought before - she had entered a spar without wanting to inflict damage upon her opponent, a most peculiar predicament.

This time was different. Amaris was older, she was bonded to a golden king of a dragon, and she even had a weapon now, a tool which she would only get better with by using it, practising with it. This time, she wanted to see if she even could inflict damage on another, not only to test her strength and ability as her opponent attempted to do the same thing in return, but also to see if it helped her manage the restlessness she felt within her. So, with a decisive nod, the dragonmare used the tool that was attached to her tail, swinging it 'round in a great arc of fire and lightning, revelling in the great crack! of thunder it gave as it snapped and crackled on its descent. Dramyrth flew up high, a golden bullet in the skies, a warcry bellowing from his lungs as he joyfully announced their visit, their intentions.

"Who wants to spar me?!" Called the dragonmare defiantly, standing ready, warm, and eager to know who her opponent would be this day.

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Open Spar! Would prefer someone with similar stats, but open to anyone. Usual rules apply. I'm very rusty, it's been a while!

sky above me — earth below me

and fire within me

The day had started out innocently enough with Mesec intending to wander down to the part of the beach that his mother and Kisamoa/Kaos had changed with magic. He was curious about whether his glazier magic would enable him to craft from the shifting, gorgeous glass that made up that part of the beach now. Both of his companions accompanied him today and a general feeling of ease radiated through their bond. Lucius flew overhead, scouting over the shallow waters for any fish he could snatch up, and Lyra was digging at every interesting smell she found along the sand - tossing her treasures (mostly fish bones, occasionally a shiny stone) in the air in delight before abandoning them for something else.

All thoughts of a peaceful day evaporated when a call for a spar rang out over the beach - snapping the demigod’s attention to the one who had released it. Even from a distance, he had no trouble recognizing the formidable figure standing on a small rise of sand. Amaris.

Mesec had been thinking about how he needed to brush up on his fighting skills - especially in any other form but the warg - but the idea of causing anyone else harm made his stomach twist into uncomfortable knots and memories push at boundaries that had been put up in his mind. He liked Amaris, they were friends - or, at least, there was certainly great potential for them to become friends. She had re-joined the Edge recently and he had been hoping their paths would cross again without Tandavi there shooting daggers with her eyes in his direction.

He reasoned with himself that there were many capable healers in the Edge if they needed them - and, truthfully, watching the dragon mare as he approached didn’t give him even an inch of thinking he stood a real chance at beating her. She shone with a fire and intensity and looked every inch a warrior where he was a wisp of a shadow in comparison. So really, if he was going to fight anyone, it would be someone like her.

“I’d like to give it a shot.” Mesec called out as he approached, a shy but warm smile on his face. Though he thought about moving closer to greet her with a bump on the nose he suspected that wouldn’t be wise - considering this meeting was going to turn into a spar - so he paused while there was still a few lengths of space between them.

Lucius circled lazily overhead, his attention upon the pair and ready to join in with the fight if Amaris’ dragon did, but Lyra was still young and Mesec instructed her to stay on a nearby dune. Though the kitsune pouted - thinking this was a fun event she was missing out on - she listened and stretched out on the soft sand with her violet eyes trained on the silver and gold pair of hybrids.

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Mesec would really appreciate it if Amaris would attack first ;D also! Lyra will be sitting this one out please

MESEC

the nightwind

amaris

dragonborn

Anticipation lured everything within the mare to become more prominent - her emotions mounted, her breaths quickened, her pulse thumped excitedly. It was these events that helped blur what "past-Amaris" might have done if faced with a similar situation of restlessness and pent up energy - that Amaris would have backed away from such things, fearful that she would have hurt someone or made too much of a fool of herself.

This older, bonded, weaponised Amaris was not completely foreign when compared to that Amaris, but she was certainly more determined about what she wanted. Despite wanting to follow her past lessons of getting out of her own way, she danced along the cusp, the precipice of letting the predator within loose to wreak havoc wherever it went versus keeping it locked away so deep that none knew it existed.

Dramyrth observed this from his intimate viewpoint, feeling the emotions, the thoughts, the intentions swirl and flow within his bonded. There was no time to do anything more, for as the dragonmare sent out her summons for a partner in sparring, she also sent a decisive thought to him - stay out of it. This was her battle, and while he was a part of her, she did not mean to see him interfere. He grudgingly obeyed, at least for as long as he felt that a wise path to take, maintaining his flight high above the hillock where his bonded stood.

Movement caught her eye, a dark smudge against the pale landscape, and then there was Mesec, the Nightwind, the Glazier, the moonboy who had come to her lands so long ago seeking a flower from her home. Such thoughts flashed through her mind in an instant, before honing in on the declaration he made: he would be her opponent today.

A grin curled her lips, unlike any expression she had worn before. It was almost menacing, it hinted at pending doom and disaster - it was dangerous.

"Very well, Nightwind," her voice said, softly, though she trusted the breeze to carry her tones well enough to the ears of the brute. "Do not hold back." The tones that said these words was different, more serious, more ominous. For I don't know if I can, now, came the last fleeting thought of that "past-Amaris" an instant later, before the wave of emotion and subsequent resolution rooted itself within her.

She leaned back upon her hind-legs, bending her hocks and shifting her weight onto them, freeing up her forelegs for more agile movement. The dragonmare looked keenly over the steed, her predator's instincts naturally rising to the surface as she calculated everything Mesec - his build, his stature, his posture. She realised somewhere in the back of her mind that she actually knew very little about him - but no matter, she was hopefully about to learn a whole lot.

Twisting upon her hind-end she turned to her right, throwing herself forward suddenly in a speedy bounding stride, that would continue on into a brisk canter. Amaris aimed herself to run perpendicularly in front of the stallion, hoping he would be taken aback somewhat by her response and manner and forget that she held a giant lightning-whip trailing in her tail, for she intended it to be the star of her initial strike.

Praying she timed her strides correctly, the mare swung her hips around towards the stallion at the time she guessed she would have otherwise passed by his front had she continued onwards. With the momentum of her hips, she also brought her tail round. The silver scythe of her tail glistened in the sun, as she aimed it roughly to slice at Mesec's chest (it was difficult to gauge, for to do so she had to lift it higher than the hock-level she naturally carried her tail at). Trailing along behind it, crackling and sizzling all the while, was her whip.

Its path was not accurate, but its length and weight meant that momentum could carry it a fair distance and inflict a fair amount of damage in on strike. As it trailed directly along the path of her tail, only far longer, it too was approximately at the steed's chest height, though with its extra length the dragonmare assumed that if it struck, it would lash as his chest and perhaps reach across his right shoulder, and leave sizzling wounds wherever it touched.

"Past-Amaris" would have felt guilt at opening with such a potentially damaging strike, but the dragonmare today felt no such thing - if anything, she was riding on the thrill of it all, comfortable in the knowledge that today she sparred a friend, a herd-mate, whom she could wander back home with to heal and recover and carry on with life.

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Sorry for the wait my love, replies will be faster now! <3
PS Let's make it out of 3 attack posts otherwise they may just kill each other xD
@Mesec

sky above me — earth below me

and fire within me

This Amaris, the one before him on the beach, was vastly different than the one he had greeted on the borders of the Edge with Tandavi. There was something dangerous in her smile, in the words she spoke to him. Already he was wondering whether it was a good idea to engage in a spar with her and already he knew that he would hold back at least a little bit. He knew what he was capable of in a fight, knew the nightmares that plagued him at night were born of very real instances where the claws of his warg form had torn into flesh and delighted in it. Whatever Amaris hoped to achieve today, Mesec just wanted to prove that he was capable of not turning into a monster - that he didn’t need to unleash everything in a spar. His goal was to learn, to use this spar as a means to stretch.

Whatever he was intending to get from this spar, it was going to require his full attention and he shouldn’t stand around lingering and trying to figure out whether he was in it or not. Amaris started to move, and that very much meant his time for changing his mind had expired.

She surged towards him - the slight difference in their height utterly insignificant when he was watching someone who was half dragon move. Admittedly, he was probably watching her a little too intently - it was fascinating seeing the way she shifted her weight - and he was absolutely not watching her tail. Realizing how stupid he was came almost too late, just as she was passing by, and Mesec stumbled into action to move forward and away at an angle from Amaris and the deadly tail and whip combination that she trailed along with her. The sand beneath his hooves made his actions clumsy as he moved.

The scythe at the base of her tail only grazed Mesec’s shoulder as he turned, only leaving the barest of scratches to mark its path, but the electric whip all but slapped into his as it dragged from his chest to his shoulder as he moved in the opposite direction from where Amaris had been going. He grunted at the impact, eyes widening as his skin sizzled and popped at the contact - the whip leaving behind a slender but significant electrical burn that would blister and boil in a short amount of time.

Although moving his shoulder stung slightly, the wound didn’t significantly impact his movements - though he could still feel a tingling sensation in the area where it had touched. He cantered forward a few more steps before turning, his silver eyes seeking out Amaris once more. Mesec was ill-equipped for a fight - the trinkets and items he carried were tokens from those he loved, memorials of those who had lost, and even the golem Zero had made him had fallen into disrepair and no longer responded to Mesec’s voice.

There weren’t a lot of tricks that the demigod knew, but there were still some.

Mesec moved towards Amaris, quickly closing the gap between them, and when they were a few strides apart he pulled on the early morning shadows with his magic and cloaked himself with them, turning invisible. He aimed to go almost head-on, hoping to move past her just as she had for him, knowing he wouldn't be completely undetectable but hoping that the loss of sight was enough to give him a bit of an edge for his attack. His head lowered as he approached and it was only when he had reached her that he let go of his magic, his twisted horn aiming to strike along her right shoulder and wing-joint. With her scaled body, Amaris didn't exactly have a lot of weaknesses but Mesec needed to make an attack, right?

Lucius huffed as he circled nearby, keeping an eye on Dramyrth, but otherwise kept quiet on Mesec's choice to purposefully ignore the most effective magic and weapon he had. Fighting was what the warg was made for, after all, and Amaris had said not to hold back. Whatever the zephyr's opinion on the matter, his bonded remained stubborn - hoping that he would give Amaris the fight she wanted without having to shift into something more deadly.

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Mesec used the following magic:
:: [ Magic: Dark (U) | Ability to teleport through shadow and shroud himself in it to disappear. ]
:: [ Restrictions | May be used to evade an attack or travel quickly across the battlefield and can turn invisible for 20 seconds at a time ]

MESEC

the nightwind

amaris

dragonborn

Resistance slowed the path her tail wrought through the space behind her hips, resistance that was the flesh and body of Mesec. Lack of nerve endings in the actual scythe part of her tail meant she did not feel exactly how much of an impact the blade itself made upon him - it wasn't until the soon-to-follow sizzle, crackle and burn of her whip sounded that her smile deepened in satisfaction of knowing her first strike was successful.

The dragonmare was not usually inclined to violence, to unnecessary bloodshed, but she needed an outlet, a release, for the pent up anxiety and emotions that had accrued within her. The smile upon her lips spoke not of joy, but of this discharge she so needed, this vent for the fiery dragonqueen within, this need that was slowly being met - it was, if anything, a relief.

She kept moving, recalling past lessons with the then-General of her former home, remembering with disgust the pitiful excuse for a spar opponent she had been back then, shoving that "Past-Amaris" and all her inadequacies aside.

Golden stained tiara tilted to the left to peer over her folded-down wing, hoping to catch a glimpse of her foe, to track and trace his motions, to guess what his reaction, his counterstrike, would be - and she found nothing. Eyes blinked rapidly, surprise causing her step to stumble and hesitate, her crown twisting and turning as she sought to identify his whereabouts once more.

Then, rising from the shadows to her right, the demigod appeared, and the dragonmare hissed through her teeth at him as she instinctively shrank and bent away from the approach of his twisted horn. Her wings rose from their sides in the surprise of it all, and had she not been so caught by surprise, she might have been able to use her right wing as a more effective deflection to Mesec's onslaught. As it was, her wing merely buffeted the side of the horn as its sharpened tip caught in the folds of her right wing joint, the ongoing momentum of the stallion's drive towards her causing it to catch beneath a scale and draw a line upwards.

It wasn't a deep track, but it split the skin and stung like a bitch, and at its base silver droplets of dragon's blood pooled and dribbled over. Dramyrth, affected by echoes of the pain across the bond, called out loudly from above, and would have swooped in to launch his own attack had his beloved stubbornly rejected the idea. The dragonking instead continued his surveillance from on high, though deep growls now sounded through him as he flew in circles high above, eyeing off the phoenix but respecting Amaris' wishes not to engage in the fight.

Meanwhile, the dragonmare was leaning away, peeling herself from the vicinity of the stallion and his cutting horn, teeth clacking threateningly as anger replaced the satisfied relief that existed mere moments earlier. He was a shadow, and though she was descended from a shadowmare, she had inherited her father's fire as the more dominant trait.

She felt her magic stir within her, and then there were two bright blue dragon souls floating along either side of her head as she took haphazard steps onwards, away from the Nightwind, away from his horn. His eyes, she commanded them, guiding them by the power of her will, envisioning their bright soul-lights flying at the demigod's silver eyes.

At the same time, she hoped she had managed to put enough distance between them to effect another strike, to attack while he was (hopefully) blinded, just as he had done to her. Amaris bent her head low, between her knees, using the leverage to then lift her hind-end high from the sandy ground, her powerful hind-legs unleashing their full strength in a double-barrelled kick.

Ideally, she would hope the strike to land upon the same area her tail and whip lanced, to deal more damage on the one spot, going with the theory that if the damage 'stacked', she might give the demigod a weakness she could later exploit to her advantage.

Fire and light versus shadow and wind; it was a battle of opposites, and yet Amaris could not help the sense of foreboding that enveloped her at the thought of it. Throughout her lineage, shadowmares hearts had been taken by the fiery passions of stallions; but here was Amaris, caller of dragon spirits and shimmering with golden scales that could shame the sun, dancing a warrior's tango with the son of the Moon Goddess. As she continued pushing forward along the sand dune after her kick, the dragonmare could not help but wonder at the whispers of her history murmuring somewhere deep within her draconic soul.

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@Mesec <3

sky above me — earth below me

and fire within me