the mountain smoked beneath the moon, questing

[RANDOM EVENT] the mountain smoked beneath the moon, questing

Yseulte Posts: 68

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Mare :: Unicorn :: 16 hh :: 5

Itzal :: White Tiger :: Hypnotize roni

12-14-2012, 09:20 PM

She doesn't hear a word he says.

Every second he wastes his breath speaking and grinning like a fool, she is preparing. Analyzing. Counting the wolves, identifying their location, and forming a plan. Her plan is simple, really. She has only one target, and he has a fat, ugly mouth to go with him. Her eyes are fixed on the alpha, on the bone-white of his leering teeth, on the burning yellow of his eyes. She seems relaxed, almost nonchalant in fact, but in reality, every nerve of her body is on fire and every muscle blazes with adrenaline and her blood is thrumming through her veins, humming with the deadly lull of bloodlust and battle rage.

She has only felt this way once before. A very long, long time ago.

She was a warrior then, back in the days of the scorching desert and sun. Walking through the vast, barren desert one particularly blazing day, she learned a very important lesson. The telltale buzz of a rattler almost sent her sprawling into the sand with fear, but when all was said and done, destroy the head of the sake and the rest of it is rendered ineffective. The alpha is the head of the snake, and the rest of his cronies useless without him.

He lunges. Fool. Yseulte smiles, a very faint, amused smile and she waits, every tendon straining in her body to explode and meet the wolf midway. Patience. Two horse-lengths. Her heart hammers in her chest. One and a half. The blood is pounding in her ears like the roar of a waterfall. One.

In the last fleeting second before the inevitable impact, she braces her body and flings her head down, her horn angled like a spear.

She intends to catch him full on, and drive her deadly horn into his vulnerable throat like a sword.

yseulte,