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

Alessandra Von Sin · 05-24-2012, 01:25 AM

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less is by nat.

ooc; i think one more reply from less and we'd be done? :o

The ebony woman snarled at the man as he turned in his saddle and slashed at her breast, drawing blood. How dare he, she was no inexperienced commoner. She knew how to fight and for him to lay his weapon on her was a battle lost in her eyes, weather it be a scratch or a life-threatening wound. Alessandra went to open her maw at release a string of curse words, but she was cut off but their leaders frantic call, the word retreat echoing throughout the forest. " Not if I have anything to do about it! " Came her voice, booming through the treetops in it's might anger. If they dared to pieced Salsolan borders she would ensure their death. The dapple mare and his rider responded to the call immediately, turning and quickly dashing away. Alessandra followed in hot pursuit, digging her heels into the sides of Valhalla to urge him to run faster then he had ever run before.

White hot rage bubbled within her veins and she hissed in anger as all three riders turned and started to run, only cowards ran away from a fight. Valhalla let out a piercing scream again as he propelled himself forward, not wanting these intruders to escape the thistle kingdom. His sinewy muscles bunched and contorted under his shining black coat, it slick with sweat as he exerted himself and pushed his body to it's very core to catch up to the dapple mare that was now stained with blood and sweat, pink froth oozing from her mouth. The wide eyed mare whinnied in protest, not daring too look back. The riders had gained a head start, but they were followed by a she-devil that was out for their blood. Had they so badly wanted hers, well they would have stayed, and now she was going to give them a glimpse of their own mortality.

Skeleton-esque hands gripped the detailed bow in her hands, and she notched an arrow and sent it flying, repeating the process as fast as she could. Several were launched, but only a few hit in her feverish anger. One in the same shoulder as before, one grazing the enemies face and one landing in the mares haunches, eliciting an equine howl from the animal as it was totally controlled now by fear and flight instinct. Quickly as they came, the riders left. They burst through the borders of thistle and crashed through the river, leaving Alessandra and her horse on the other side. None of them dared to look back lest she shoot hellfire at them given the chance. Both horse and rider were now exhausted, and heavy panting came from both of them.

Slowly Alessandra turned back towards her group, trotting Valhalla slowly toward the scents of injuries and blood.

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