Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
Seraphina pours out from the dim light. The shadows peel back to reveal her form like lips from the silver-white glow of teeth. Everything about Seraphina is a rictus to him. But Raum does not smile back.
He drinks her in. And she is electricity that sparks every inch of his being. He is the live wire ready and waiting. He drowns her in the blue of his gaze – for it is water to the electricity of their encounter. He would drown this whole steppe, if he could.
Fury is savage within him, it is a flame that licks the silver of his skin and turns it bright as a torch. Raum is a wildfire with frostfire burning inside his silver skin. He waits for Day’s Queen to make her first strike.
She does not disappoint as her words reach him across the bare expanse between them. No longer is she a rictus to him, for now Raum’s lips are twisted too. Does he know what power means, Seraphina asks.
Of course.
Why else was Raum here? In his heart there is no desire for the ascension of Day. No, the only thing within his heart are its desires for ashes and ruination. His smile is a beautiful thing (if one dared to look upon it with a mind full of devastation, of course), for only then can you appreciate its chaotic beauty.
“I know what it means, Seraphina.” The Crow purrs, leonine. “But maybe you do not? How long have you left your kingdom idling? You are more a ghost than I right now. Does your Court even remember you? If so, do not distress, because, should I win, they will be begging for your return.”
And then the battle begins. The silver queen is in motion, all her power is within her. There is no magic she wields, no companion to emerge from the gloaming. No, she is plain, but oh she is powerful. Raum had not leant himself to battle prowess so he needs to be tactful this night, his might is incomparable to hers.
Sera launches and Raum spins. The Steppe, held fast in autumnal hands, is dying and thirsty for the coming rains. Seraphina rears up and aims high, for his face, his throat. To be clubbed by a hoof in either place is a dangerous thing.
So, like a flag caught in a changing wind, he spins away from her headlong advance. His hind limbs kick up dirt and dust beneath them. A cloud plumes up into the air and he hopes it may throw her aim off. Raum twists and hopes to land his haunches in the path of her flailing forelimbs. His hindquarters are thick with muscle and fat and would serve as a better place to be struck. The damage would surely be worse if it struck his face, his throat… But, regrettably, Raum is not quite fast enough and indeed Seraphina strikes down upon him. A hoof catches his loin and is heavy with her weight, its edges worn by stone and sand. It cuts him like a rusty blade and blood runs true.
Seraphina aimed for blood, she aimed to bruise, and yes she has earned both. His left loin is warm with its trauma and it aches to move, but move he does. Better a wound there, he thinks, than the delicate structures of his neck or the critical parts of his face.
The Day queen has not retreated, so the Crow completes his spin, throwing his weight upon his haunches as he bites through the pain in his loin. He kicks out with both hind limbs, firm and strong His hooves reach out with the marked precision of a Crow finding its prey upon a vast meadow’s face. He is light, he is nimble and he knows he is not as strong as she. But, a carefully placed blow could be enough to shatter a limb. So he aims for one of her forelimbs, below the knee, where muscle is absent, tendons vulnerably exposed and the most weight is innately carried.
His kick is fast like lightning, seizing the moment he has her close enough - too close and his hind limb cannot get enough extension to unleash its full force, too far away and all power is lost with its extension.
Then, facing away from her as he is for his attack, Raum shoots forward, aiming to put space between them, to keep himself moving as he watches for her next attack.
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Summary: Seraphina attacked, aiming to strike Raum with her forelimbs, Raum spun away causing Sera's attack to strike his left loin and causing bruising and bleeding. Then, he completes his spin until his hind quarters face her. There, he kicks out with both hind limbs, aiming for Seraphina's forelimb (any) below the knee. He then puts some distance between them in order to await her next attack.
Attack Used: 1
Attack(s) Left: 1
Block Used: 0
Block(s) Left: 1
Item(s) Used: N/A
Response Deadline: 4/1
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You're one microscopic cog
in his catastrophic plan
in his catastrophic plan
