Snö's delicate snow-kissed lips curl into a cool smile, as cold as ice, hard jagged ice that will happily let you fall in a moment. Around her, shimmering in a faint haze, comes the watering light, fragile, softened pastel yellow and blue glittering brightly on her coat of snow. Emerald grass slips up from the coarse, moist soil, lightly coated in silver dew. Farther away the brilliant green grass is hidden by drifts of creamy snow, dripping forlornly in the warm embrace of Tallsun; but here in the North, the land does not give so easily to the heat of the Sun's breath, as the World Edge did when he came in his furious rage. For a moment the curvaceous mare's smile slipped, at the memory of the lick of burning flames.
Not that the gorgeous mare who ever admit it, not by the long silk hairs of her tail or the rougish chestnut that occasionally cropped up on her body, but she had been afraid that day. Afraid that the herd would be scattered, thrown to the wind and torn apart from the fire's relentless fury, that her dearest family might die, that Tarak might melt into a pool of molten gold, brass, and bronze.
The rather luscious mare shook off the delicate hands of the memories, embracing the cold, wintry air that was a constant in the sheltered valley. Only in the height of day did the air warm from frigid to cool, but Snö enjoyed it. It was surprising just how much she loved the Basin- they deserved it. How did the Moon Goddess have the audacity to allow an invasion on the beloved home of the World's Edge, when Mauja had been naught but the best of leaders? Her father did not deserve to have his leadership so cruelly torn from him. Yes, while Snö may have little love for her mother, perhaps some would say dislike, she admired and loved her father, despite her frequently independent nature.
Snö wondered how the Corporeal thought about the Edge, and how her current herd had been formerly removed. The femme dipped her head in polite acknowledgement of Elizabeth's words, twisting her smooth silver cranium to the left, the curve of her throat delicate and exposed for the briefest of moments. Snö prided herself on her most feminine body, and saw no dishonor in displaying it. From the natural, long-legged stride and drifting feathers, to her wide crystal eyes and frost horn, she was beautiful all the way through.
Perhaps if Elizabeth hadn't been quite so foolish to trumpet like a banshee and screech out she was coming to get her, Snö may have been caught off guard. As it was, she was swift to lighten her feet and forehand, distributing her weight mostly on the haunches. She was familiar enough with her body to know she was strong in the hind, quick to move off her feet and brace herself for any incoming attacks. As the dark mare of the Basin came charging towards her, Snö kept herself cool and collected, just like the ice princess she was occasionally called. When Elizabeth charges to the warrior's left- or the Corporeal's right- Snö shifts her weight, pushing off her right hind and surges towards her, aiming to collide with Elizabeth's abdomen area. She remembers how effectively Gaucho could put all his force behind the move. As she moves, Elizabeth's horn comes down to scrape the thin flesh above the spine, where the withers join the back. It is a shallow wound, but like many small wounds, it stings like a bitch.
With their proximity, Snö is only just able to "avoid" the black mare's kick. Instead, the hooves scrape her left thigh, not quite breaking skin but rushing along to bruise and ruffle the creamy hairs. Immediately she pivots after they break apart, and lowers her pale blue horn, coming in swiftly, wary of the hind legs more than capable of injury. Elizabeth was about a hand taller than her, but Friesian as well; she would be just as strong and easy off the hooves, no doubt. Humph, Snö muses, a touch irritable at the lack of advantage. But at least that meant, if she were to win, it was clear who was the better fighter on even terms.
As quick as she can move, Snö rushes forward towards hopefully Elizabeth's right side. Instead of launching out a kick, she rears up, hooves digging into the ground for purchase, aiming to crack a good thump to the crest of the Corporeal's neck.
[WC: 764 || Post: 1/3 || Attack: As Elizabeth charges, Snö leaps forward towards her hindquarter area, aiming to check her and knock her off balance. Because of how she moved, Elizabeth's horn instead came over the point where her withers lower into her back, a shallow scrape but because of its point just above the thin flesh of the spine, very painful. As they break apart, Elizabeth's hooves instead land lightly on her thigh. After, she turns and charges forward, attempting to move to Elizabeth's right side and rear up, hopefully hitting her in the upper neck, or crest.]
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[JUDGED] The Corporeal [Elizabeth]
