Israfel
She arrived with adrenaline in her veins and laughter in her eyes, rosy pink lips pulled upwards in a knowing grin.
Diarmuid stood there before her amidst the dusty, trodden earth of the well-beaten circle, stationed beneath the dying embers of the evening sky like a proud sentinel and awaiting her arrival, the call of his deep summon echoing through the still air. He had summoned her, and she had come, just as they had agreed. Merely two soldiers they were, from different corners of the world, but fate had brought them together. What it held in store, Israfel was eager to discover.
"Diarmuid." The greeting was soft, reverent, respectful. One ally to another. They were not enemies here, and Israfel would not fight him as one. They were shield-siblings, sworn with the duty of protecting not only their home of Terrastella and the Dusk Court, but one another's back as well. It would be an honor to test his mettle as a shield-brother.
With an almost lazy sashay, the Daughter of the Sun stepped into the circle of tarnished earth, gilded hooves picking the path as she took note of the dips and holes that lay in waiting. It would be all too easy to trip or stumble upon such crude terrain, and Israfel knew she would need to keep focused on her opponent as well as the earth itself. It was not her ally here. She could always take to the sky and use that to her advantage, as her wings did gift her with the ability of flight, but not yet. Not today. For now, she would trade blows with Diarmuid on equal footing.
Sharp vermilion eyes drifted from a head held high, taking in the landscape around them. Veneror Peak stood proudly in all of its majesty to the north, standing witness to the oncoming spar. Behind them, to the south, churned the vast waves of the Terminus Sea. The east and west held nothing but a myriad of trees and shrubbery, obscuring the lands beyond, and neither elk, equine, or various other beast stood around to witness their brawl. For now it was just the two of them, and Israfel was completely alright with that. It would prove to be far less distracting that way.
Finally did her vibrant flaming gaze come to rest on Diarmuid, and it was he that she now assessed. There was no doubt about it that Diarmuid was build to be every inch a soldier, a knight familiar to the feel of steel and the song of battle. His physical appearance only seemed to exude that. Israfel herself was a taller stature than most females, but Diarmuid stood inches above her very own height. His height and breeding, however, she hoped to use to her advantage. Where he was thick in build with the blood of workhorses running through his veins, she was sleek and slender, her steps far lighter and quicker than his own thanks to her own mixture of stock and athlete. So long as she could remain one step ahead of him, Israfel was confident in her chances. That, and... Well.
Slowly Israfel's eyes lifted, roaming up Diarmuid's strong, muscular legs, his robust haunches, the dips and curves of a broad breast, up the tendons and muscle of his neck, to rest on his face. Or, more importantly, where his left eye, milky white and glazed with blindness, lay. The blight was turned away from where she stood, as she had approached on Diarmuid's right, not wishing to startle or alarm him. Yes. If she could somehow remain on his left side and take advantage of his blindness and deafness, then surely she, despite her own inexperience and lack of battle prowess, could stand a chance against such a seasoned veteran as the rose-grey stud.
Petite pale ears swiveled forward, and the ivory maiden's smile only grew. Her eyes danced in merriment, in excitement, in anticipation, ready for what was about to unfold. "I'll remain earth-bound. Let's test our skills on common ground. What do you say?"
Muscles coiled in preparation, taut and ready, for she was through with words. Upon her shoulders, the Sun Daughter's gilded wings stiffened and began to unfurl from against sleek sides, outstretching, but not to take flight. Instead, with a mighty shove and a mixed shout between a battle cry and a delighted laugh, Israfel lunged forward, her wings arching upwards before propelling her forward, nimble legs outstretched as she charged the distance that spanned between them at as fast a gallop as she dared.
Mid-charge, Israfel made her decision. As she was now, facing his right side should he not turn and address her head-on, she could not use Diarmuid's blindness to her advantage, and so she simply planned to rush him, and perhaps crowd him given her girth and wingspan. A few paces shy of potential collision, Israfel used her wings to assist in slowing down, the feathered appendages stretched outwards and catching resistance. As she slowed, Israfel lashed out with gnashing teeth, aiming to deliver a sharp bite to the raising swell of Diarmuid's right shoulder. Should he attempt to dodge her attack or proceed with an attack of his own, the ivory maiden hoped that her teeth would at least catch the flesh of his chest or his barrel, depending on his following move.
Through it all, the Sun Daughter smiled, vermilion eyes dancing with unparalleled thrill and joy.
Diarmuid stood there before her amidst the dusty, trodden earth of the well-beaten circle, stationed beneath the dying embers of the evening sky like a proud sentinel and awaiting her arrival, the call of his deep summon echoing through the still air. He had summoned her, and she had come, just as they had agreed. Merely two soldiers they were, from different corners of the world, but fate had brought them together. What it held in store, Israfel was eager to discover.
"Diarmuid." The greeting was soft, reverent, respectful. One ally to another. They were not enemies here, and Israfel would not fight him as one. They were shield-siblings, sworn with the duty of protecting not only their home of Terrastella and the Dusk Court, but one another's back as well. It would be an honor to test his mettle as a shield-brother.
With an almost lazy sashay, the Daughter of the Sun stepped into the circle of tarnished earth, gilded hooves picking the path as she took note of the dips and holes that lay in waiting. It would be all too easy to trip or stumble upon such crude terrain, and Israfel knew she would need to keep focused on her opponent as well as the earth itself. It was not her ally here. She could always take to the sky and use that to her advantage, as her wings did gift her with the ability of flight, but not yet. Not today. For now, she would trade blows with Diarmuid on equal footing.
Sharp vermilion eyes drifted from a head held high, taking in the landscape around them. Veneror Peak stood proudly in all of its majesty to the north, standing witness to the oncoming spar. Behind them, to the south, churned the vast waves of the Terminus Sea. The east and west held nothing but a myriad of trees and shrubbery, obscuring the lands beyond, and neither elk, equine, or various other beast stood around to witness their brawl. For now it was just the two of them, and Israfel was completely alright with that. It would prove to be far less distracting that way.
Finally did her vibrant flaming gaze come to rest on Diarmuid, and it was he that she now assessed. There was no doubt about it that Diarmuid was build to be every inch a soldier, a knight familiar to the feel of steel and the song of battle. His physical appearance only seemed to exude that. Israfel herself was a taller stature than most females, but Diarmuid stood inches above her very own height. His height and breeding, however, she hoped to use to her advantage. Where he was thick in build with the blood of workhorses running through his veins, she was sleek and slender, her steps far lighter and quicker than his own thanks to her own mixture of stock and athlete. So long as she could remain one step ahead of him, Israfel was confident in her chances. That, and... Well.
Slowly Israfel's eyes lifted, roaming up Diarmuid's strong, muscular legs, his robust haunches, the dips and curves of a broad breast, up the tendons and muscle of his neck, to rest on his face. Or, more importantly, where his left eye, milky white and glazed with blindness, lay. The blight was turned away from where she stood, as she had approached on Diarmuid's right, not wishing to startle or alarm him. Yes. If she could somehow remain on his left side and take advantage of his blindness and deafness, then surely she, despite her own inexperience and lack of battle prowess, could stand a chance against such a seasoned veteran as the rose-grey stud.
Petite pale ears swiveled forward, and the ivory maiden's smile only grew. Her eyes danced in merriment, in excitement, in anticipation, ready for what was about to unfold. "I'll remain earth-bound. Let's test our skills on common ground. What do you say?"
Muscles coiled in preparation, taut and ready, for she was through with words. Upon her shoulders, the Sun Daughter's gilded wings stiffened and began to unfurl from against sleek sides, outstretching, but not to take flight. Instead, with a mighty shove and a mixed shout between a battle cry and a delighted laugh, Israfel lunged forward, her wings arching upwards before propelling her forward, nimble legs outstretched as she charged the distance that spanned between them at as fast a gallop as she dared.
Mid-charge, Israfel made her decision. As she was now, facing his right side should he not turn and address her head-on, she could not use Diarmuid's blindness to her advantage, and so she simply planned to rush him, and perhaps crowd him given her girth and wingspan. A few paces shy of potential collision, Israfel used her wings to assist in slowing down, the feathered appendages stretched outwards and catching resistance. As she slowed, Israfel lashed out with gnashing teeth, aiming to deliver a sharp bite to the raising swell of Diarmuid's right shoulder. Should he attempt to dodge her attack or proceed with an attack of his own, the ivory maiden hoped that her teeth would at least catch the flesh of his chest or his barrel, depending on his following move.
Through it all, the Sun Daughter smiled, vermilion eyes dancing with unparalleled thrill and joy.
Summary: Israfel arrives from the east, facing Diarmuid's right side. After some analysis, she attacks, charging straight on and aiming a bite for Diarmuid's right shoulder, all while attempting to crowd him with her approach and outstretched wings.
Attack Used: 1
Attack(s) Left: 1
Block Used: 0
Block(s) Left: 1
Item(s) Used: N/A
Response Deadline: 10/20/17
Tags: @Diarmuid, @
