 A I S L I N N do not go gentle into that good night. rage, rage against the dying of the light.
The stormsinger was all scarlet fury and frustration. She roars as her wings hit true with their mark as her opponent's leg jerks up at the contact. Her rage is a living beast of it's own; the screams of anger so loud that the trained warrior-gypsy could no longer find her thoughts. Uncommonly she cannot begin to process her next move.. maybe after all, her mother would be disappointed instead. For the stormsinger was all emotion — heartache ripping a hole into her soul, longing robbing her of breath. She could no longer differentiate her anger and hunger for the battlefield from her heartbreak.. a mistake that might end up costing her a shred of pride, as well as bruises and bloodied scrapes. The careful chinks of the armor that was her emotions was breaking; falling apart and shattering, flooding over her until she was gasping for breath. Her mind racing, her vision blurred, Aislinn roared to break through the clouds of emotion in her thoughts. Like a screaming hurricane, the embodiment of summer thunderstorms, she snaps her large wings close to her muscled body as the stallion's hoof comes down down down.. nearly stepping on the tip on one of the feathered plumes. Her muscles tense and bunch under her ebony skin, wings stretching, the bloodied scrape on her back stinging with the movement. And suddenly she was airborne, a few feet off of the ground as the stallion whirled and spun his rear, hooves outstretched to find their mark. His hooves kick at the air where her flank had been not moments before. Her wings beat against the sweet night air, blue orbs blinking and scanning as the fog in her mind struggled to clear. As she watches, Aislinn inhales slowly, launching her body downwards in a collected hush — a meteor, a cold star falling to earth — as she aims to ram her shoulder into her foe's open side. @ "Aislinn speech." |
Summary: Aislinn's Pandora's box of emotions are hindering her ability to think clearly. She snaps her wings away from Ulric before he can step on one, momentarily launching herself a few feet skyward before ramming her shoulder into his side.
Attack Used: 2
Attack(s) Left: 0
Block Used: 1
Block(s) Left: 0
Item(s) Used: N/A
Response Deadline: 13 September
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