Posted by Soraya on August 19, 2008, 6:31 pm
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Self restraint is not fed upon her, much like our celebrities she lives in excess, she lives on and near the edges of things she knows little of or does not understand. She knows as she sets foot on the ground that the mouldy earth will not offer her any sort of friendship; for it clings and sticks to her legs lazily. Her hooves depressing and sinking into it, water pools upon footprints and follows her pathway like writhing serpents. It sways and ripples, the wind around her rushing and spiking in all sorts of wild directions. She watches the brown waters quiver, the air freezing and the water turning a sort of opaque color. The muddy water freezes, it bends and breaks, it moves with her and approaches grimly. She stands, and no matter what her challengers may say; the young princess will prosper.
Iagan is a queer beast, winding with a vivid display of fire and shivering static; she wills herself strangely and my titan-princess watches her. She dares not quiver, not shake, and instead finds herself wading through the muck and grime similar to voracious and sickly feline. She feels Iagan’s electricity and she smiles wickedly, she feels static combing the air wildly; her watery nature tells her to flee—but alas she feels herself moving closer- acknowledging the battle. She smiles; Soraya may be the weaker of the elements, but don’t let that be the judge—my titan will not lose.
Soraya is not unfamiliar with this weather; and silently she smirks. Iagan bakes the earth, she turns it semi-pliable, but as Soraya’s hooves meet the ground she freezes it. Each step causes a rush of ice to spread across the soil, the slush turns especially hazardous; the mud itself becomes jagged and hardened. The wind rushes around her mercilessly, it cuts and stabs at her with a tempered winter chill. The wind pushes her hair from her eyes and wraps around her, she smirks; burn it down… you turn ice to water and water quenches fire. My titan shivers; and wanton feeds her bloody soul.
To be honest Iagan is quite foolish, no horse can be expected to stay still while another one jogs up behind it, and after all you’re not silent. Soraya has no time for silly estimations or humoring the senseless child, after all she wants to win, to destroy, and to cater herself the most vicious of wins. She could hear Iagan from, metaphorically, miles away. her body rounding into a turn as she faces her opponent willingly. Cowards strike from behind, and in her one moment the titan strikes a single hoof (sharpened needles of ice erupting from the ground) she sees Iagan closing the distance quickly and with a simple push from her muscular hinds she takes off running.
She charges, willingly watching as she nears the wily rogue. Iagan had anticipated her to not turn around, and hence was made foolishly useless when she did; but Soraya closes in fast. Like a bull her ears lay flat against her head, and her swan neck curved with her head tucked neatly at her breast. She charges, driving her body forward at full momentum, she accounts for the uneasiness of the earth, for the ice spreading rapidly across the earth, just as she meets five feet apart she lets herself go out of control. The ice beneath her feet is thick, and as she charges her speed greatens from the slippery and wet surface’s lack of tension. She unbalances and willingly allows herself to slide, she does not fall, and instead she just keeps going straight to Iagan.
The black mare would be impacted by enough weight going at enough momentum to knock her on her ass, after all you have an unstable female quarter horse look alike at full weight speeding into you; can anyone say ‘really bad ice skating accident?’ Now of course what does Soraya do to stop herself after crashing into Iagan or slipping passed her, she uses a fancy super ability to stop herself. The icy ground rushes and forms a thick wall of slush not too far off, before proper mirror formation she slides into it. Stopping herself in a mushy pile of wet unformed mirror-snow; then of course she gets up.
She is quick to get up, but without a doubt Iagan is struggling to get up too if she got smacked into by the fat ass titan-princess Soraya of the big-butt society. If not she might still be getting over the shock, then charging madly at Soraya; which of course is a bad idea no matter who you are or what scenario she is in. As she manages herself to her feet she feels the wind whip around her, the watery ground freezing all around her. she breathes a thick expulsion of white breath, and her eyes meet Iagan’s with ferocious hatred. She cackles, tossing her head back and allowing her yellow eyes to meet Iagan’s again; “Interrogation,” she whispers. She focuses, and the nightmare comes quicker then a Boudreaux-perfumed whore.
The air around Iagan grows thick and unbearable, her breaths will become short and shallow, barely grasping any sort of air whatsoever. The wind will grow cold and hot, unstable and murky; it will push into her skin as if it was physically there, and that is only the outside. Inside of her body Soraya will feel out the naturally occurring liquids in the body, and maintain her sway on the blood. Inside of Iagan the blood will thicken, and the oxygen in her cells will pressurize. She will feel pain, throbbing and prolonged. Soraya is still, channeling and feeding her anger through her elements.
Inside Iagan’s eyes Soraya will target the most miniscule of the circulatory system. She targets the veins, capillaries, and tinier parts of the eyes. She pushes her pressure and forces it to the eyes. Iagan’s viscous humor will even freeze, and with enough force she might even have damaged eyesight; however Soraya is still and as her elemental spell whips against Iagan she feels static, but the titan never blinks; she will destroy you.
As her spell breaks, as the pressure relieves itself; Soraya leaps forward, and runs; whose got who now?
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