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The contact felt good, really good.
It wasn’t a secret midnight caress, the tender touch of a lover that caused her heart to pound and blood to run hot. No, it was the rawness of violence, of aggression, the slash of her sharp cloven hoof contacting Raymond’s shoulder that brought Pavetta euphoric glee. She had missed this; the dust on her skin, the sweat rolling down her sides, the fire of adrenaline in her veins.
A high better than any drug, a buzz better than any drink.
But the blade came abruptly, violently, with all the force of a battle axe and cut her elation short. She had not seen it coming, had not been quick enough to collect herself after her strung out attack to maneuver into a suitable position to block such a violent onslaught. She could only shy away instinctively, collecting and arching away from the blur in her peripheral vision, the whistle of a honed blade cutting through the air.
She was quick, but not quick enough.
Pavetta felt the reality of the blade slashing her skin, cutting deep and true along her ribs and arcing down her left haunch. She smelled the blood, the metallic tang on her tongue before she felt the sting of flesh exposed to air. It was not deep as it might have been; for she strongly suspected he had pulled the blow.
A lesson.
She hissed, pinning her ears, the whites of her eyes flashing bright. To any onlooker they might be confused, for her teeth were bared in a delighted, wolfish grin. Blood had splattered her muzzle, flecked her lips. She managed to keep her balance and hooves beneath her as she collected and loped away, tail flaring like a proud banner in the wind.
A white flag perhaps? No, not yet.
She pranced to a stop, facing him. Raymond was smart. He did not pursue, merely waited. Surely he hoped for another reckless episode from Pavetta. He looked a little roughed up, but mostly he seemed amused and unfazed. The blow had been precise, clean, and practiced. “So you do know how to use that thing after all,” she called to him, a playful taunt while she plotted her next move. She felt the wind in her face, the sand shifting and blowing beneath her hooves. She maneuvered so she might confront him square, face to face.
Blood stained to the sand. Drip, drip, drip.
The sound of labored breathing, the stench of sweat.
After taking a few moments to steady her breathing, Pavetta charged once more. For all appearances, it seemed as though she was repeating her first attack: a reckless headlong assault into the wind towards his uninjured shoulder. Instead of feigning and slashing out with her hind hooves like before, she slid to a stop directly in front of him, sand and blood spewing forth.
Her injured haunch screamed in resistance, but she ignored it and reared, head tucked to her chest protectively, staring down her glittering silver horn at him. I also have a blade to wield. Her cloven hooves pummeled dangerously through the air, lashing at his face, chest; any resistance she might meet she intended to bruise, batter, crush.
a pearl in pigshit, a diamond on the finger of a rotting corpse,
creature in whom nothing, but nothing, remains of an elven woman ---
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Summary: Raymond's blade slashes her left side, ribs to haunches. She takes the blow and lopes away to reset and recover. The cut is deep and painful and hinders fluid movement. She taunts Raymond playfully while planning her attack, assessing her wound, and taking some air. She moves to face him square and then charges once more in an effort to imitate her previous attack. Instead of feigning and bucking out with her hind quarters, Pavetta slides to a stop last second and rears, head tucked so that her horn is angled protectively and her hooves slashing at Raymond's chest and face.
reason for edit: odeen politely reminded me that I need to make an attack! x)
Attack Used: 1
Attack(s) Left: 0
Block Used: 0
Block(s) Left: 1
Item(s) Used: None
Response Deadline: 6/6
Tags: @ Raymond, @ kay, @Sid, @ inkbone, @Lauren, @ Sparrow
06-03-2018, 08:16 PM
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