A I S L I N N
some people are born with tornadoes in their lives, but constellations in their eyes.
other people are born with stars at their feet,
but their souls are lost at sea.
- nikita gill
She flew, straight and true, a flurry of feathers and bared teeth towards her target. A shred of her focus turns to her opponent's companion, a hound that snarled at her or him, she couldn't tell. And suddenly she was upon him, bone crashing into the metal on his neck, missing the flesh underneath. Although his weight did not give from her fury, Aislinn held nothing back as she dove into him. He twisted away, freeing himself from her wrath. Quickly, she collected herself, grunting and bundling herself together in a tight package of feathers before spreading them wide. With a beat of those great wings, the fae barely missed the brute's onslaught of hind hooves as they grazed the empty air where her neck was a hair's breadth before.
Aislinn winced, her wings beating against the night as the sting from her wound shot through her plumes like lightning. Her face was a mask of anger and thunder, absolutely refusing to show her weakness, especially on the battlefield. Call it pride, but the warrior-gypsy in her blood ran hot and boiling. Her mane whipping around her like waves of starlight, her eyes bore into him as the stallion kept his back turned towards her. His crown turned to look at her, her fury frothing into something volcanic and his dared keep his back to an opponent.
"You dare keep your back turned?" she asked, more to herself than to him. Icy orbs narrowed as she gathered her strength, muscles tensing like the promise of an oncoming summer storm. Her gaze slid over him and to the hound at his side, her breath coming in thick pants. A war cry ripped from her throat like a scream of lightening across a bruised sky. As if she were a breathing typhoon, Aislinn launched herself down down down, throwing her entire weight into her pointed shoulder in a final attempt to take her opponent down.
OOC: I'm so sorry this is not my best post at all. D:
Summary: After Aislinn collects herself from her attack, she flies upward to block herself from Rostislav's buck. Furious, she launches her entire body weight at Rostislav, hoping to land a successful final blow.
Attack Used: 2
Attack(s) Left: 0
Block Used: 1
Block(s) Left: 0
Item(s) Used: None!
Response Deadline: 10 August
Tags: @Rostislav @
