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[JUDGED] i keep it caged :: [HISTE : SPAR - OLD SYSTEM]

Histe Posts: 99
Deceased
Mare :: Equine :: 15.1 :: 5 Buff: NOVICE
Merikh :: Cougar :: Paralyze ali
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your breathing sounds like the sickest
music playing backwards in my head
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Histe did not slow down as she hurtled toward the mare, careless of the affects hit would have on her own body. What did it matter in the short term? So long as she made Circuta hurt what did it matter what it did to her body? Pale eyes stayed locked on the mare who had been frozen in place by Merikh (she would have to reward him later) and time suddenly felt like it was going in slow motion but it was merely because Histe was enjoying the fear she saw reflected in the unicorn's eyes. It was that fear that made her life worth living, made injuring herself worth it.

The brindled mare braced herself as she slammed the entirety of her body into the unicorn mare, realizing belatedly that she was more than lucky that Merikh had been able to paralyze her because that horn would probably hurt a lot more than she suspected it did. The impact with the other mare made Histe stop rather suddenly and ungracefully. Her chest and right shoulder took the brunt of the hit and there was a flurry of movement as Circuta was toppled over and Merikh dashed away with his paw freed and his job completed.

In a final show of superiority Histe threw her weight back onto her hind legs and rose into the air for only a few seconds before she came down, slamming her hooves hard into the muddy Earth. She purposely missed Circuta's head just so the mare would know how close she had come to death's door. Just so she would know who she owed for sparing her life. The brindled mare snorted and glared down, ignoring the dull ache that was starting to form in her chest and shoulder from the hits she had taken both from Circuta and herself.

Without another word Histe turned and began to slowly walk away, trying to hide the limp that was starting to form, of which she had no one to blame but herself. "Merikh!" She barked out for the cougar who answered with a growl and a hiss. Histe paused when she heard Circuta's voice but she said nothing in response because now she had to find a healer to fix Merikh's paw because of the bitch. Next time she would kill her, she decided, but for now she would let her live knowing that she had the werewolf to thank for it.

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[Closing Defense
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Histe slams her body into Circuta, resulting in an injury to her chest and shoulder. The impact makes her stop suddenly and she rears. She then slams her hooves down close to Circuta's head just to scare her. Histe then calls for Merikh and turns to leave to find him a healer.

Great fight, Aeolle!]

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RE: i keep it caged :: [HISTE : SPAR - OLD SYSTEM] - by Histe - 10-02-2013, 11:09 PM

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