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

12-20-2012, 08:00 PM

She could feel her horn graze his side, slicing through skin and fur. But it is little more than a scratch, really. The alpha maneuvers beneath her with breathtaking speed and panic swells in her throat as she loses sight of him for a fleeting moment. Brief pain suddenly flares from her left foreleg as his teeth strike against bone and flesh. She immediately rose into a powerful rear, thrashing her forelegs to beat or fling the wolf away, before coming crashing down, hoping to hear the resounding crunch of wolf beneath her hooves.

Her triumph is short lived, however, and pain such as she has never known streaks through her body, thrumming through her nerves like wildfire. Her mind is consumed with flickering images of vibrant red colors and roaring fire. Despair drowns her as she feels an iron grip of teeth tear and shatter tendons and ligaments alike, knowing in her heart that this injury could finish her if she failed to think quickly. Crippled. Time seems to have slowed. Her heart is too loud in her chest, filling her ears with ringing cries and screeches of pain that never leave her lips.

Even now, she is too proud.

Blood droplets sparkle and glitter like rubies, painting the flowers deep and raw and red. She can taste the metallic stench on her tongue, and her senses are overwhelmed by the deep musk of wild, wild wolf. Rage consumes her next, and kicks blindly rain out, intending to shatter jaws and skulls if she can reach them. All the while, her mind is whirring desperately for solutions, navigating through layers of pain that is threatening to rob her of sight and reason. She whirls away, half-dragging her wounded hind leg as she positions herself with her back against the edge of the cliff so that none may ambush her from behind. They will face the glory of her wrath and rage head on, or they will tumble to their deaths together.

She is alone, but she's only ever been alone.

Let them come.

yseulte,