AISLINN
SHE TASTES LIKE MOONBEAMS AND LAVENDER
Primal fury broiled in her blood; lacing it with thick bands of crimson anger and an insatiable thirst for deep, violet bruises and torn knuckles. Her hooves slipped in the thick mud sucking at her ankles as her body slam hit true, knocking over the silver snake. She watched, almost in slow motion, as his balance pushed off-kilter, just as she had hoped. His shining body of polished silver and gold landing with a satisfying smack into the slippery mud, sprays of the nasty battlefield ruining his pristine glamour. Her lips tugged upwards into a wicked grin, her legs wobbling as she struggled to right herself.
Despite her own issues, she could not shake the satisfaction of his face as he found himself grounded into the earth. The look flashing across his features worth more to her than gold; so much more than the kiss of bloodied scratches and the sweat and tears of sparring. Whether she realized it or not, Aislinn might have taken her own personal vendetta out onto the strange man who reeked of sun-drenched sands and rattling vipers. For the crimes unjustly committed against her friend, her Warden, her court's protector. Rostislav... whom had been stolen, poisoned, and beaten at the hands of the scorched kingdom who believed in a god of violence. What untold reasons for his capture, no doubt ordered by the Sun King himself, she did not know. All she had cared about was that someone she held dear, her friend, and a Child of the Night had been taken from them. Revenge sang to her in a sweet, enticing notes, and now..
The stormsinger had her own ways to make them pay. No matter who he was, her opponent bore their scent, and held their alliegance. He was now the pawn that held the face of the Day Court King. To her.. she would make them all answer in blood if she could.
Starting with the one who's eyes burned amber at her through the gathering dark and pouring rain.
You're gonna pay for that.
"Bring it on." Her orbs flashed brightest blue as lightning struck behind the silver stallion, blinding her, as he stood and reared, kicking up at her wing. The same wing that had tasted wounds and been torn raw on the very same ground where she stood; the same wing that her king had kissed, laying bare a promise and a question atop the lonely mountain peak. The flash of white light shocking her vision, and the fingers of cold rain dripping heavily onto her muscled body begin to take their toll.. but not before her anger pushes her to splay those beautiful wings back back back. As far as she can reach, each plume outstretched beneath the storming, tear-stained sky. Aislinn's precious wing joint is out of harm's way as she watches her opponent's hooves come crashing down through the shadows that have rushed in where the lightning was moments before.
She hisses through her teeth, nostrils flaring, as she pumps those strong wings through the sleet. Delicates hooves caught on slippery earth, dragging in the mud, but with the great heave of her wings — an extension of herself — Aislinn pushes forward through the swamp at her ankles. Her forehead now angled backwards, strength pulling each muscle into a driven headbutt. The diamond star adorning her a spear of ivory; her eyes daggers of blue. Where she hopes her assault will strike true on their mark, her target aimed for his invisible third eye; to at last bring down the sand snake and drive him back to whence he came.
@velorca pfft not gonna lie but I was most definitely baking cupcakes while writing this post xD
SHE TASTES LIKE MOONBEAMS AND LAVENDER
Primal fury broiled in her blood; lacing it with thick bands of crimson anger and an insatiable thirst for deep, violet bruises and torn knuckles. Her hooves slipped in the thick mud sucking at her ankles as her body slam hit true, knocking over the silver snake. She watched, almost in slow motion, as his balance pushed off-kilter, just as she had hoped. His shining body of polished silver and gold landing with a satisfying smack into the slippery mud, sprays of the nasty battlefield ruining his pristine glamour. Her lips tugged upwards into a wicked grin, her legs wobbling as she struggled to right herself.
Despite her own issues, she could not shake the satisfaction of his face as he found himself grounded into the earth. The look flashing across his features worth more to her than gold; so much more than the kiss of bloodied scratches and the sweat and tears of sparring. Whether she realized it or not, Aislinn might have taken her own personal vendetta out onto the strange man who reeked of sun-drenched sands and rattling vipers. For the crimes unjustly committed against her friend, her Warden, her court's protector. Rostislav... whom had been stolen, poisoned, and beaten at the hands of the scorched kingdom who believed in a god of violence. What untold reasons for his capture, no doubt ordered by the Sun King himself, she did not know. All she had cared about was that someone she held dear, her friend, and a Child of the Night had been taken from them. Revenge sang to her in a sweet, enticing notes, and now..
The stormsinger had her own ways to make them pay. No matter who he was, her opponent bore their scent, and held their alliegance. He was now the pawn that held the face of the Day Court King. To her.. she would make them all answer in blood if she could.
Starting with the one who's eyes burned amber at her through the gathering dark and pouring rain.
You're gonna pay for that.
"Bring it on." Her orbs flashed brightest blue as lightning struck behind the silver stallion, blinding her, as he stood and reared, kicking up at her wing. The same wing that had tasted wounds and been torn raw on the very same ground where she stood; the same wing that her king had kissed, laying bare a promise and a question atop the lonely mountain peak. The flash of white light shocking her vision, and the fingers of cold rain dripping heavily onto her muscled body begin to take their toll.. but not before her anger pushes her to splay those beautiful wings back back back. As far as she can reach, each plume outstretched beneath the storming, tear-stained sky. Aislinn's precious wing joint is out of harm's way as she watches her opponent's hooves come crashing down through the shadows that have rushed in where the lightning was moments before.
She hisses through her teeth, nostrils flaring, as she pumps those strong wings through the sleet. Delicates hooves caught on slippery earth, dragging in the mud, but with the great heave of her wings — an extension of herself — Aislinn pushes forward through the swamp at her ankles. Her forehead now angled backwards, strength pulling each muscle into a driven headbutt. The diamond star adorning her a spear of ivory; her eyes daggers of blue. Where she hopes her assault will strike true on their mark, her target aimed for his invisible third eye; to at last bring down the sand snake and drive him back to whence he came.
@velorca pfft not gonna lie but I was most definitely baking cupcakes while writing this post xD
Summary: Ash is momentarily blinded by the lightning strike, but she splays her wings out of Lorca's reach. She pumps her wings for an extra push through the mud, driving for a forehead to forehead headbutt to knock him back onto his hiney.
Attack Used: 2
Attack(s) Left: 0
Block Used: 1
Block(s) Left: 0
Item(s) Used: ---
Response Deadline: 22 October
Tags: @velorca @kay @inkbone @sid boop <3
Attack Used: 2
Attack(s) Left: 0
Block Used: 1
Block(s) Left: 0
Item(s) Used: ---
Response Deadline: 22 October
Tags: @velorca @
