Posted by MAB; in silver on November 12, 2008, 9:12 pm
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Against the freshly fallen snow and Blitzkrieg’s winter sky, Mab is a bruised and foreboding storm swept up from Hell’s arcane lore to bring forth a conflagration of misery and images of the beauty of the darkest of the season’s nights. She is no sweet pea, no super horse. Just a beast of balance that moved magnificently in a world that only now was beginning to rest from heavy snowfall, in a wet world that sizzled and popped beneath every tragic hoof beat. White hot iron hoof beats. There was no otherworldly power to be found here, no deception or illusions or thoughts of the unreal. There was nothing in her step save the natural ability for a horse to move freely in the sloppiest of conditions, for a flight animal to move this way and that as free as a bird with minor limitations in a world that was risky to those who may be victim to having ice and snow packed into the bells of their hooves - but Mab needed not to worry about ice packing into the bells of her hooves to send her scrambling for purchase, she was lit from within. Walking across the too-bright world, Mab found herself recoiling against the feeling of a tidal wave welling against the air, shouting forth to bring her fire to a smolder rather then a raging cackle. Saphira. Mab’s only saving grace was the sun beating down hot and heavy against her back with it’s distant flame that coaxed and coerced the stygian grulla into continuing forward through the too bright world towards what made her belly knot and her skin crawl in hollow shrieks.
If it wasn’t for Saphira’s element, Mab may never have come across her, the sun forced the thick lashes over her eyes to become half lidded to save them from the very same burning that forced skiers to wear sun goggles. But Mab needed not worry after step by careful step at long last they dwelled within one another’s shadows maybe a step or two from one another. She’d reached the paint at a walk, the knee deep snow and treacherous spots hidden beneath offering to her no other option, but she’d come to meet the mare head on with pricked ears and dilated nostrils in close quarters that brought them quivering muzzle to quivering muzzle. After several sickening breaths shared in silence the world erupted in the violent motion of the grulla and her gaping jaws being thrown towards Saphira’s frozen face in a maelstrom of tangled wet mane, smoke, fire, and the savage movement of her striking of a single forelimb that sent snow flying all about them while three other massive, thick limbs held her balance against terra firma in a combo. A horrendous squeal was issued as her ears slicked back into the mane at her poll, her teeth were meant to hammer home against the tender and sensitive tissues of the mare’s face, most notably around her lips, nostrils, the great veins and arteries that ran along side her nasal bone… Or perhaps even her eyes to hit and cause to swell the wrinkles of her upper lids and greatly inhibit her vision for the duration of the fight. The strike of her white hot hoof was meant for the splotched mare’s left foreleg from just above her knee on down. The blow was meant to bruise, to cut, to damage the joint and hopefully inhibit movement, to keep her slowed down more then what the horrendous snow levels called for on that freezing cold day. Regardless she hoped to hurt the in a manner so efficiently and purely equine, relying on equine behavior above the roaring call of the elemental order that had Mab recoiling with a bitter hiss of disgust from the water mare who’s body was laced with lightning… Perhaps that lightning would be the only thing to save Mab beyond the heat of the sun. Lightning causes fire in the dry world, and fire Mab waged war with angrily.
The moment the grulla’s feathered hoof touched ground, the mare’s too-thick tail snapped against her haunches and she was in motion, moving away from the point of Saphira’s shoulder at close to a forty-five degree angle for maybe two or three strides, and no doubt the paint is in motion. But it matters not to her as she gathered up one hind leg (her right) and sent it screaming towards the mare’s splotchy body in hopes of hitting low on her barrel under the rib cage, the tender heart girth, her soft belly, or her legs depending on where she’s moving. There’s not much of a height difference between the two of them, the only difference lay heavily in their weights with Mab‘s heavier bones and massive hooves giving her the edge of power against Saphira‘s slightly frailer lineage. Regardless, the deep snow keeps Mab from bucking and setting into the mare too much regardless of how it melts - the melting snow only serves to make the mare more anxious, more unhappy, but regardless she is there to cause Saphira injury, whether it’s to the organs that lay below the protective cage of her ribs, or to her limbs, the powerful kick was sent forth to destroy the gold cloaked mare in some facet.
Again, the moment her toe touches ground she is in motion with her flaming tail flagged and balanced, the uninjured mare of ash and fire is wary. Adrenaline pumps heavily through her throbbing veins as her great heart races and thunders on violently within her glorious breast. She isn’t ignorant, nor is she stationary despite how the wet snow pack attempts to hold and grip against her and combines with Saphira’s water to vanquish her element - she still draws fire from the burning sun above. Mab is in motion moving away at a slight distance to keep an eye on the mare as the fight progresses on ward.
FIRE III+ - Viper - Silver Warrior
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