i am the violence in the pouring rain
i am a hurricaneIt has been a long time since she’s stepped hoof on a battlefield. When she was a child, she had tried her hand at being in the army. Honestly? She rather enjoyed it. Enjoyed the blood and adrenaline coursing through her veins, the wild freedom of it all. So why had she stopped? Because the Chamber needed a diplomat more than a warrior, and so she had been what she needed to be. Everything was for the Chamber.
But today, the Chamber needs her to be a warrior once again, and this time, she doesn’t have blunt teeth and hooves as her only weapons (though those can be useful tools). This time, she has an army of ravens at her back (though not literally at the moment). She figures she won’t start the battle wearing her skill on her sleeve. Not that it’s secret, but she’ll start as simply a horse.
She hears her name, and looks to her right in time to see Fennick, offering nothing more than “Fennick,” in return. For once, she doesn’t need to spend time on words. Now, it’s time for action. She keeps her eyes on Fennick as she picks up into a canter. He launches forward, heading for her right side. She’s not about to stand still and let him smash her in the ribs, so she keeps moving forward, leaving Fennick parallel to her right side.
He’s close, and she doesn’t have that much time, but she only needs those three strides to put him just behind her haunches. Just as he shifts (something she’s not expecting), she throws her weight to the front and lashes out in a crocked buck to her right. She was hoping to hit somewhere around his neck or shoulders, looking to make it harder for him to move. Any damage in that area would make movement more painful, and would make it harder for him to buck.
She wasn’t being particularly picky with the exact location of her kick, since any hit in that general area would accomplish her purpose. But she had been planning her attack with his horse form in mind, so now she can only hope she’d kicked high enough to hit the wolf that took Fennick’s place. If she was really lucky, she hit home sent the wolf flying. But even a nice graze to his belly would do enough damage to slow him down a hair, and that would be fine too. It’s a mock, after all. Damage to the belly or the ribs would make breathing hurt some, no matter what form he took.
Her legs hit the ground, and she can feel a jolt of pain where is fangs grazed against her own rump. There’s probably a nice trickle of blood down the right side of her rump, but thankfully for her, she doesn’t have to rely on her legs to keep her moving. She shifts to a normal black raven and takes to the sky, putting distance (she thinks, though she’s not sure) between herself and Fennick.
When she turns a few moments later, the King is nowhere to be seen. Damn. He’s got so many forms; she has no idea where he might be. Well, anyway, two can play at that game. She changes her raven form, crafting herself out of transparent light now. She’s still slightly visible, but you have to know what to look for in order to find her.
Suddenly there’s a shadow above her. She pumps her wings, launching forward some to get out of the shadow, tipping to the right as she does so. Immediately, she changes substances, turning from light to fire. She feels him breeze by behind her and on her left, clipping a few tail feathers with those damned fangs. She falters for a moment in the air before re-crafting the fire feathers on her tail and regaining stability. She can feel where the feathers were hit, though thankfully there’s no bone or flesh there for him to have torn. It’s more of a strange, phantom ache.
If she’s lucky, she burned that mouth of his with those damn fangs. Not that she minds a few war wounds and all, but still, she’s getting tired of being bitten. If his mouth is severely burned, he’s going to be terribly distracted by the pain, and it should probably stop him from using those fangs. More likely though, she’s just slightly sizzled some of his mouth and lips. It might be just enough to get him to think twice about biting her, but she doesn’t think the injury is likely to slow him down (if she even hit him at all).
She lands on the ground, shifting back to a horse for the moment as she does so, keeping Fennick in her sight as best she can, and not straying too far from her opponent. No reason to give him more preparation room, after all.
straia
the raven queen of the chamber
