[Judged] for all the monsters

[Elena]

Elena Daray

let us live like flowers
drenched in sunlight

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esson Four: Never take your eyes off them.

“Po?” She questions, with just a moment of hesitancy as blue eyes look at him. She can feel something there, just below the surface, inside his blood. It pants like a dog’s hunger, and it lurches like an eagle striking. Elena watches him before heading off into a fight, a spar, she had no business ever being in.

Shoulder to shoulder. Bones press against each other. And Elena, who is more prone to hug, to kiss, to hold, she does not realize the sheer strength of another’s body and the power it posses when they clash into one another. The last time she had pressed her body so close to someone else, it had been with passion, not violence. Elena finds she hates the hollow sound their bodies make when they hit each other. It sounds like nothing else exists inside them except this fight. It reminds her of when she was small, she watched the way a soldier had dropped dead in front of her when he returned home from war.

Her own shoulder burns with impact and with the pain of Po’s own muscle. She has her head turned from him, but quickly those blue eyes snap back to her opponent, Malachi’s lesson like a buzzing in her ears. But when her eyes turn, staring up at the larger stallion from beneath those long, dark lashes of hers, she sees not his eyes, but the deadly aim of his hooves before her. She lets out a panic, girlish cry, as she watches him tuck his knees, as if he were at an alter and not a battlefield. Snow darts around them like shards of glass, catching the light of the sun that peers out at the battle, eager to watch the violence blaze a pathway through the snowfield.

Lesson Five: If you get hit, it’s going to hurt.

He makes contact with her hips and Elena feels the way they twist out from underneath her as if she was an unsteady ballerina, her dance floor made of ice. Her hips crash diagonally and she feels her hindquarters land on the ice, the cold cutting into her summer skin. Winter eyes close for a moment, and open to see jaws coming towards her. She uses the ice to glide her hindquarters back up with a giant push of her legs. That golden head is pulled back just in time as she avoids any nip from reaching her sunshine kissed skin.

Elena see. Elena do. As his own face pulls away from hers, she acts like a magnet, first repelled and then attracted, as her own jaws open wide to aim a nip upon his neck. Though she looks so fierce in this moment, flaxen mane flying against the snowy landscape, those teeth pushing forward to find itself amongst his crimson splashed skin, there is still something in her blue eyes that is laughing like winter is far away, and it is as bright and warm as a summer’s day.

code by rallidae
picture by cannon

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Summary: Summary: Elena barely has a chance to right herself before she turns to look behind, slightly her side as Po crashes his knees against her hips. Her haunches slide downwards and slide slightly against the ice and Elena uses the momentum to raise them back up. This happens just in time to pull away from Po’s mouth that tries to nip her. She pulls her head back and quickly rushes it forwards to try to nip Po.

Attack Used: 1
Attack(s) Left: 0
Block Used: 1
Block(s) Left: 0
Item(s) Used: None

Response Deadline: 9/16 (adding a day since it is late Novus time, but again, still very flexible
Tags: @Ipomoea, @Sid, @inkbone, @nestle, @layla