-Raeg'n-
Every time she tried to gain distance, he came with her, chased her every move like an eager hound. The light -or perhaps the darkness- in his eyes was growing. That sense of something that put her on edge clawing for purchase to grapple out of him. Her kick behind her only clipped the soft flesh of his shoulder, nothing close to hindering him in anyway. Only an ache or a bruise, but she allowed herself success that she'd at least hit him at all. He was a master at this.
As she lunged to throw herself against him, he stopped suddenly and rose above her. It was then that she realized her mistake before. Her healing was not a crutch, no. She should not fight like it wasn't there. She should use it to her advantage. It was the tool that made her different, made her capable of impossible attacks. And so he lifted above her, and wicked determination brightened her fire-eyes as instead of trying to stop her motion, she threw herself further into the danger. Her teeth lashed out for his soft belly and she tried to shove him off-balance.
But she was petite.
And he was power.
His hooves crashed down on her spine, pummeling just before the line of her hips, and she gasped at the sudden pressure. She heard a loud crack, but was unaware if bones had broken or if it had only been the brute of his strength against her body. The flash lit immediately through her as she buckled beneath him, already fully healed but shoved down from the force of it. She stumbled enough to the side for him to land, if he did, but she wasted no time in throwing herself into him again with a hunger for the fight. Again, she aimed her shoulder at him in as much force as she could put behind it, targeting his ribs and hips where most of his weight should have been focused.
Neither of them spoke, charging at each other in a lethal dance. Her sight blurred, then refocused. Blue blood, shades paler than her coat, sat oddly on her spine where wounds should have been, spilled over and traced down the curve of her right hip. Something powerful in its own glittered silent and tempting within the blue. A taste, a craving. A potent addiction for more. She was unaware of that truth, and her ignorance put everyone she sparred with at risk. Especially him, the beast that already craved bloodshed and mayhem.
As she lunged to throw herself against him, he stopped suddenly and rose above her. It was then that she realized her mistake before. Her healing was not a crutch, no. She should not fight like it wasn't there. She should use it to her advantage. It was the tool that made her different, made her capable of impossible attacks. And so he lifted above her, and wicked determination brightened her fire-eyes as instead of trying to stop her motion, she threw herself further into the danger. Her teeth lashed out for his soft belly and she tried to shove him off-balance.
But she was petite.
And he was power.
His hooves crashed down on her spine, pummeling just before the line of her hips, and she gasped at the sudden pressure. She heard a loud crack, but was unaware if bones had broken or if it had only been the brute of his strength against her body. The flash lit immediately through her as she buckled beneath him, already fully healed but shoved down from the force of it. She stumbled enough to the side for him to land, if he did, but she wasted no time in throwing herself into him again with a hunger for the fight. Again, she aimed her shoulder at him in as much force as she could put behind it, targeting his ribs and hips where most of his weight should have been focused.
Neither of them spoke, charging at each other in a lethal dance. Her sight blurred, then refocused. Blue blood, shades paler than her coat, sat oddly on her spine where wounds should have been, spilled over and traced down the curve of her right hip. Something powerful in its own glittered silent and tempting within the blue. A taste, a craving. A potent addiction for more. She was unaware of that truth, and her ignorance put everyone she sparred with at risk. Especially him, the beast that already craved bloodshed and mayhem.