my h e a r t is a fist drenched in blood.

Alessandra Von Sin · 05-23-2012, 04:23 PM

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less is by nat.

The two left the group quickly, hooves thundering on the hard, cold earth as both horses were propelled forward by their riders. Alessandra was unrelenting, digging her heels into Valhalla's side as they ran but the stallion did not protest, he simply pressed his ears to his head and ran faster and faster, urging himself so far that his ebony mistress did not have to. Him and him alone understood her thoughts, and through their time together he had become an extension of her, another powerful, large limb if you will. The silver dapple mare that followed in hot pursuit was trained for battle, yes, but she wasn't to expect just what would happen. Valhalla would outrightly attack her, though she was his own kind she was an enemy. Alessandra frequently thought that the cunning mind of a wolf had been trapped into an equines body in the case of Valhalla. In this way, she was right.

In perfect harmony the two reacted together and Valhalla turned on a dime, screaming out his terrible stallion scream as he charged for the other horse. Neither the mare or it's rider expected this and were taken by surprise again, though he reacted quickly none the less. A clash of rider and horse happened, and both sought to injure the other with swords. A metallic clang rang out in the woods, followed by the grunts and neighs of horses. Valhalla lunged forward and snapped at the opposing mares neck mightly, drawing blood and sending her backwards as she reared. He was much, much larger then her and rose up on his two back legs, slamming into her body with his dinner plate sized hooves. These attacks also produced injuries and she neighed loudly in protest. Weather the attackers had expected this or not was not important to the she-devil, and quickly she thrusted her blade into the side of the blue-eyed wolf, smiling with satisfaction as pain took over his facial features.

You coyote bitch, we will wipe out your kind and any who defend it! He cried out, eyes closed in pain. This was his first mistake. Valhalla lunged at his mare again and finally she turned on her heel and ran as fast as her thin legs could carry her, Valhalla did not wait for his masters command before giving chase. This was the preferred position for the hellion, and she notched an arrow in her bow and aimed it at the injured and bleeding wolf. He rode fast and hard back into the fray, eyes widening at the sight of his fellow warriors being.. beaten by the opposition. Her arrow was let loose and embedded him in the shoulder, rousing another pain-filled howl from his stormy mouth, echoing the one his sheild-brother just let loose from the attack of her secui-formed leader.

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