MY QUEENS IS A QUEEN
NOT TALKING BRIGHT LIGHTS AND SHINY THINGS
BUT WE ALWAYS MADE IT WORK
BUILDING CASTLES OUT OF DIRT
Just like that, her hooves strike his rib cage. The impact reverberates up the bones of her legs until she swears it knocks on the curve of her clenched jaw. Her throat tightens with a grunt, registering the Warden’s own as she comes crashing down to the earth on all fours. Shocks shoot up the bones of her legs, winding up her veins like bolts of lightning from the impact. The storm inside her swirls awake with the familiar electricity, wild and snapping beneath her cage of self-control. However, Aislinn yanks on her hurricanes, swallowing the roaring winds that would love nothing more than to be unleashed.
She would not bow to Calligo’s gift; not on this morning where the sky yawns in burnished gold and rose. Not as she spars with an old friend. Not yet.
Her hooves dance along the holes on the ground, slipping on the cracked earth as her opponent spins parallel to her side. Aislinn’s orbs widen as the Warden rises on his haunches. They are too close, she cannot spin away. His hoof hooks across her withers, her wings bunching up at the sudden pressure. She buckles beneath his weight, legs collapsing one by one onto the earth. Her left knee digs into the ground, yet her lips curl in an amused grin. "You think" — both front knees bear their combined weight — "you can" — lightning sizzles down her spine, crackling — "bring me down" — her gaze slides to meet gold — "this easy?"
She could almost laugh as her smile curls.
Where dawn washed them in hues of morning glory and sunbursts, violet clouds rush in towards their stormsinger with bruised fingers. Aislinn’s throat constricts with her grunt, the vibration of her humming dancing across her lips. Flashes of starlight burn across the sky, but she does not call the chaos to her whim. Instead, thunder claps in rolling drums, deafening as the music rings in her ears.
Her strength returns as she attempts to rise, pushing him off.
Let him taste just the hint of what it means to fight against Calligo’s stormsinger.
Summary: Aislinn and Ulric are too close for her to get away. She scrambles as his hoof hooks across her back, and she is dragged down with him. As her front legs give from his attack, a fraction of her storm unfurls with darkening clouds and thunder in hopes of distracting him enough to stand. EDIT/CLARIFICATION: its up to Ulric if she stands or not, she only tries to in this post!
Response Deadline: 17 April (or whenever, honestly <3) THANK YOU so much for the post extension I’m so sorry ;_; Tags: @Ulric @kay @sid @inkbone @lauren @arahvir @Sparrow
