AISLINN
SHE TASTES LIKE MOONBEAMS AND LAVENDER
She almost could swear that Calligo stretched her arms and cracked her knuckles as her storm Maiden's grin widened, sharp and lethal and promising bruises as dark as the clouds swirling above them. Her gaze was pointed as a blade of steel and blue fire, piercing the space between them as she stared at her opponent. He, a silver shadow masked with gold, his eyes set upon her with disdain. The man's chiseled face beautiful and sharp angles in the gathering dark and white light that illuminated them in shocks of electricity.
If it had been any other night, or any other circumstance, she might have voiced his handsomeness; breathed such things into words.
Fuck off.
Her grin grew; wicked, and brutal. An unfamiliar cruelty burning in her bones with every crackle of lightning that shattered across the violet sky. But he had looked away from her, shrugging her off; a snake skittering across the desert sands. Dismissing her. Her anger broiled brighter, hotter, and then she knew. Knew in her heart and soul and her warrior bones that Calligo fed the passion and rage that roared through her veins. The demi-goddess kissing each knuckle before swinging her iron fists; the stormsinger's lips curling into a snarl in answer. She nearly quivered with the adrenaline coursing through her blood like a thick drug; every nerve, every muscle on fire and trembling, aching for the taste of sun-kissed ichor. I would not dismiss me so easily.
I said. Fuck. Off.
A growl ripples from his throat as he lunges at her, teeth bared and aiming for her delicate crown. She hisses, craning her neck backwards in attempt to outreach her opponent. His teeth hit true; scraping down the plane of her cheek, a stinging rip left in it's wake as blood begins to well. A scratch really; but she dismisses it quickly, instead fueled by fury and anger that burned brighter than the fresh blood dripping down her face.
The rain has begun to fall in thick, heavy sheets; and where the earth had been soft beneath their hooves, the sky's tears now muddied their battlefield. Her hooves slip in the mud around her ankles as she whirls. She maneuvers, her body ducking beneath slightly taller frame as she spins to move parallel with his right flank. Mud sprays up against her underbelly, her legs as she moves, hooves desperately seeking solid ground as she slips. With as much strength as she could muster, pushing off against the slippery ground, Aislinn grunts, meaning to slam her left side into his silver side to knock the stallion off kilter. Off balance.
Maybe then the sand viper will crawl back to his hole.
@velorca oh boi
SHE TASTES LIKE MOONBEAMS AND LAVENDER
She almost could swear that Calligo stretched her arms and cracked her knuckles as her storm Maiden's grin widened, sharp and lethal and promising bruises as dark as the clouds swirling above them. Her gaze was pointed as a blade of steel and blue fire, piercing the space between them as she stared at her opponent. He, a silver shadow masked with gold, his eyes set upon her with disdain. The man's chiseled face beautiful and sharp angles in the gathering dark and white light that illuminated them in shocks of electricity.
If it had been any other night, or any other circumstance, she might have voiced his handsomeness; breathed such things into words.
Fuck off.
Her grin grew; wicked, and brutal. An unfamiliar cruelty burning in her bones with every crackle of lightning that shattered across the violet sky. But he had looked away from her, shrugging her off; a snake skittering across the desert sands. Dismissing her. Her anger broiled brighter, hotter, and then she knew. Knew in her heart and soul and her warrior bones that Calligo fed the passion and rage that roared through her veins. The demi-goddess kissing each knuckle before swinging her iron fists; the stormsinger's lips curling into a snarl in answer. She nearly quivered with the adrenaline coursing through her blood like a thick drug; every nerve, every muscle on fire and trembling, aching for the taste of sun-kissed ichor. I would not dismiss me so easily.
I said. Fuck. Off.
A growl ripples from his throat as he lunges at her, teeth bared and aiming for her delicate crown. She hisses, craning her neck backwards in attempt to outreach her opponent. His teeth hit true; scraping down the plane of her cheek, a stinging rip left in it's wake as blood begins to well. A scratch really; but she dismisses it quickly, instead fueled by fury and anger that burned brighter than the fresh blood dripping down her face.
The rain has begun to fall in thick, heavy sheets; and where the earth had been soft beneath their hooves, the sky's tears now muddied their battlefield. Her hooves slip in the mud around her ankles as she whirls. She maneuvers, her body ducking beneath slightly taller frame as she spins to move parallel with his right flank. Mud sprays up against her underbelly, her legs as she moves, hooves desperately seeking solid ground as she slips. With as much strength as she could muster, pushing off against the slippery ground, Aislinn grunts, meaning to slam her left side into his silver side to knock the stallion off kilter. Off balance.
Maybe then the sand viper will crawl back to his hole.
@velorca oh boi
Summary: Ash tries to lean back to dodge Lorca's teeth, but misses, scraping her cheek. She whirls, ducking and spinning so she body slams him on his side to knock him off balance.
Attack Used: 1
Attack(s) Left: 1
Block Used: 0
Block(s) Left: 1
Item(s) Used: ---
Response Deadline: 18 October
Tags: @velorca @kay @inkbone @sid
Attack Used: 1
Attack(s) Left: 1
Block Used: 0
Block(s) Left: 1
Item(s) Used: ---
Response Deadline: 18 October
Tags: @velorca @
