Asterion His magic had never been Vespera’s to give. If anything she had taken it, as soon as the rift spit him out into Novus, lost at the cusp of a summer storm. It was his before that, always his; from the time he was just a twin heartbeat in his mother’s belly there had been currents of saltwater running through him, a gift from no god, only his father. So he watches with a satisfaction that feels to him like savagery, so foreign is it within his heart, as the water swallows her up. Still that tide pulls in him, a wolf on a leash, asking for more. Asterion denies it with a thought, but he is almost smiling as she emerges from the strange whirlpool, shakes, looks at him mad enough to spit. So far his plan is still intact; she has not taken flight, they are too near one another for either of them to build up much momentum. But whatever smile there might have been does not last long. For an instant he thinks, despite the deluge he has set on her, she might yet take flight. She bounds toward him, rising up, quick and high like a falcon stooping - and Asterion moves to meet her. He sees the glint of her teeth gleaming like a shell as they both rise and arc toward one another, twin stars falling into orbit. As she strikes for the point of his shoulder he throws his weight back at her, and now it is his turn to bare his teeth while her hooves rake down the plane of his shoulder. He feels the spray of his own water flung onto him by her movement; it wets his cheeks like tears. Because he was so eager to meet her, his closeness has absorbed some of the impact of her strike before her legs could fully extend; now one hoof slides down his barrel, one strikes against the upper part of his foreleg. Still Asterion shoves against her, trying to force her down, grinding his teeth against the shallow pains she imparts. It feels a little like wrestling an angel; how lucky he is that she can not smite him. He is so near her now but he wants to be closer yet; near enough she can hear the ocean roaring in his blood. Before she can pull away, before his hooves touch earth again, he is reaching for her with ears flat and mouth wide. The king is not picky; he does not care whether he lays a bite across her crest or along her throat or beneath the curve of her jaws, only that his teeth meet flesh. And that she cannot pull away and put the space to her advantage. |
Summary: When Mari lunges/rears at him, Asterion rises to meet her; her blow lands on his shoulder but its intensity is lost by his nearness and that he is pushing back against her. While he's in his rear he bites for her (throat or crest or face, depending on how they are positioned). He makes no attempt to put space between them.
Attack Used: 2
Attack(s) Left: 0
Block Used: 0
Block(s) Left: 1
Item(s) Used: NA
Response Deadline: 4/5
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