[Judged] do not go gentle.

[Aislinn]

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 looses a cry as her shoulder hits true, her weight ramming into her opponent's side as she falls. The stallion slips, faltering as his hooves give under the pressure of her slamming shoulder, whilst her body tumbles into the dry earth at his side. Her delicate crown smacks into the dirt, sand spraying into her eyes and nose as she struggles to regain her own balance. Oxygen shudders through her mouth and nostrils, the fae's muscles bunching beneath her as she tucks her long legs under her to stand. As she does, her muscles suddenly shiver and grow so so heavy. Her breath comes in thick, hot pants; head drooped low and neck arched and relaxed as her opponent too, tries to find his footing. Aislinn's emotions have raged and thundered like a summer storm, now leaving exhaustion in it's wake. With every blink, sleepiness begins to burn in her eyes. She realizes it now; that she was a fool — a broken-hearted fool — to have found solace in bruises and blood this night. But she cannot turn back time in such a way; instead, a respectful smile easily lifts one side of her lips in an off-kilter grin. With a dip of her head, a soft chuckle rumbles in her throat, her ears pricking forward as she lifts up her crown. "Hello there," she replies in earnest; not only from solider to another, but possibly maybe from friend to friend. Her emotions, her crimson anger, and her ache have all but drained her of all energy that she had left.. leaving a sleepy quiet in it's wake as the stormsinger stood face-to-face with her once-opponent. @Ulric this post is poo, I'm sorry. "Aislinn speech."

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Attack Used: 1
Attack(s) Left: 1
Block Used: 0
Block(s) Left: 1
Item(s) Used: N/A

Response Deadline: N/A
Tags: @Ulric @kay @inkbone @sid