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Not much time had passed since Africa’s arrival in the Basin guided by her confident, and somewhat cocky herd-mate Sinuhe- an hour or two at most had hosted the group’s fruitless confrontation, and exchange of warnings and scorn in general. The plan had been to trick one of them; the enemy, under the careful concealment of night. An icy wind still swirled in wild excitement up from the basin below. It buffeted the exposed dell at the foot of the mountain where the ghost-white Unicorn had been surrounded unfortunately, by those who were supposed to be the unwitting targets of the evermore evidently, foolish scheme.
Africa’s surprise appearance, no matter how bumbling, ridiculous and humiliating, had apparently- to her relief, scored little interest from the facing-off crowd (only a passing glance from the shadowy bay in fact). She remained still by her crash site, probably four or five lengths away from the leftward side of the friendly mare’s hip, gathering her bearings and figuring out her next move.
It seemed to her that Sinuhe had impressed quite remarkable loathing into her pursuers, engaging their relentless focus almost entirely- though she wasn’t moronic enough to imagine she had been missed by those who did not look over. For that, the dapple grey Pegasus was now exceedingly grateful as it allowed her liberty to recover and regroup; but also, and perhaps more importantly, it permitted time for adrenaline to recommence its powerful coursing through her trembling body. The cascade of hormones immediately began working to settle the race of her anxious heartbeat, and it triggered too, her sympathetic nervous system to select ‘fight or flee’.
A coward in the face of battle she was, yes; but justifiably so. The young winged horse lacked fighting experience and combat skill. Her talents remained so far, undiscovered and her life and mentality were constantly evolving, influenced continuously by the myriad events and tasks she delved her passionate self, headlong into. What Africa lacked in prowess, she absolutely made up for in enthusiasm and selfless devotion to those she pledged her love to- her Throat family.
As such, a sickening feeling of uselessness flooded through her conflicted being, soul destroying and rash, as the darkest and most awkward to distinguish of the group of Unicorns, charged voraciously towards her 'sister’s' right side. Africa could not see from her position, the dip of his head as if to aim his spindly horn at her body. She did notice however with a crusty, steamy snort, the sudden forward movement of the bay’s moonlight silhouette rounding towards the left side of Sinuhe- in front of Africa. The white mare appeared then, as the grey watched on, to snap around very abruptly, to face the first assault and then again, maybe to make her own against the second aggressor. The movement was a blur of light and dark shapes in the night, all seeming to blend confusingly together.
Africa instinctively pulled her wings upwards through their taught attachment above her shoulder, clenching the well muscled yet delicately boned arms so that they would pin tightly down the length of her blotchy grey back, long tapering black primaries criss-crossing at the wispy black and red base of her thick tail. Although unnatural, the positioning was effectively defensive, exactly the young creature’s intention as she launched brazenly into a long striding canter, compelled forward impulsively and selflessly through the slush to protect her endangered sister. In the same moment, with ears pinning belligerently against the flailing mass of wind-blown grey mane, Africa increased the speed as much as she could, given the distance between them- lessened still more by her velocity.
Naturally, she funnelled her direction towards the more visible target, the brown ‘mare’- as it soon became apparent. Guided by the pale focus of her inexpert eye, Africa rounded her path slightly inward so that she might approach and arrive around the vicinity of the other’s right thigh.
She could only presume that Sinuhe’s and her own strength would be more advantageous if united or combined- so noting that her glowing ally had spun in an attempt to spear the bay head-on, Africa charged forward determinedly.
Lifting the arc of her neck to tilt her face slightly right, the young horse leaned heavily left, aiming her shoulder between where she imagined her opponent’s flank and thigh were, to perhaps unbalance her in the midst of Sinuhe’s attack- or distract her at least.
Carefully she sought the location of each enemy through swivelling ears, listening intently for any shift in drumming or scuffling hooves; and the laboured grunting breath of exerting energy.
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Summary: Africa charges Alan’s right thigh area, hoping to unbalance her or distract her from Sinuhe’s attack
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Come not within the measure of my wrath. [Sinuhe & Africa Challenge]
