Air brushing tendils of silver, a body garnished with the finest shades of gold. A graceful arch, despite the pain radiating from her shoulders and ass, the pristine face of a woman contorted with such careful concentration. Her hooves pound upon the left side of Lena, still moving, watching as her body scours away. A triumphant smile replaces the grimace on Sage's face, relieving the tension of the features, returning a pure innocence, sweet as sugar.

The reverberations in the golden beauty's own body are stifled by the ease of which Lena moves away, though it is by luck that the mare manages to clear the bay's body, for she had not been soaring very high above. Flints meet with the soft loam of the forest, the mist splashing twinkling starlight like waves in the ocean, back hooves connecting for a brief moment before they flash out violently toward the mare's right side. Unaware of the song or the stare until the vocals begin, perhaps Lena's distracted state will work in her favor.

The silver bells of the song make the mare turn to face her opponent, seeing the fury behind dark, feminine features. The beauty does not understand, for she has never had a companion, had never really thought of the creatures following the equids as anything abnormal. Even Akaith, Mirage's loyal friend, did not strike her as being connected through any unconventional means. The Dragonheart was a noble creature, so of course a golden dragon would reside with her. Any idea of upsetting a soul bound to another was not present, so the bay mare's sudden anguish was met with nothing but a coy smile.
You asked for it, bitch.

Pain radiates from her hip as she lands, as well as her shoulders, feeling the weight of battle upon her frame. The fight with Destrier for his rank could wait, but when the World's Edge survived this, Sage would definitely pay the Moon Doctor a visit. As soon as she was done tossing this pony out on her ass, of course.

The sound of hoofbeats on her tail, the statuesque mare pushes through her pain, though it is not without an off-center gait that she does so. Heavily favoring her uninjured limbs, the normally graceful sprint is haphazard and awkward, but at least she will not be caught so easily now. "Let's play a game of cat and mouse," the golden beauty says with a smug smile under her breath. "I wonder just who is the cat."

Tilting her head slightly toward her right, the mare watches as Lena closes the space with much less drag on her body from previous injury, fueled by some sort of immortal hatred. As the horn becomes poised for stabbing games, Sage dodges toward the left, sailing easily behind the trunk of a tree. Her wing bristles against the rough bark, tugging a few feathers loose uncomfortably, but saving her from what would surely have been a mortal injury. Unhindered, a flash of gold between shadowy trunks, does not feel the battering of hooves sent too late, falling somewhere behind and lost in the mists.

Using her lithe, graceful build to her advantage, the golden mare slows, curving and weaving between tight ranked trees, rushing back in the direction where Lena had been, picking up more speed, nostrils flaring as her lungs pull desperately for much needed oxygen. Her heart pounds in her chest, pain coursing through her veins like fire, alighting her need to succeed. Rushing toward what looked like the exposed left side of the bay mare, Sage makes another small leap, her forehooves aimed toward the front of the barrel, toward the sensitive ribs, momentum being thrown forward with all of the weight and prowess the mare could manage.

"Leave before I crush in your skull, pretty," her voice is innocent and soft much like the pallid hue of her eyes, but with a powerful edge that suggests she is completely serious. You will have no victory here.

[ WC: 679; 4/4. ]