You never stood a Chance [Open]

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J A C E L I S E Get out of here fast I hate to break it to you  But I'm not drowning Crimson liquid permanently stained the acrid air upon the cliff. The stench of iron was overwhelming here, and matched it's colourful history. Tiff Cliff was a place many desired not to tread, but not many grew high to the stench of blood. A tawny faced demon crossed the clifftop slowly, taking in the scent more than anything. Her purple orbs were closed as her daggers struck the slate top. The tawny faced creature's ears piqued slightly, leaves from last fall scattered as the wind blew carelessly out here. Jacelise opened her eyes finally, peering carefully at the colour of the ground. It resembled the off colour red she had hoped for. Forgotten blood from victims that fell atop this lonely desert structure. It pleased the tawny faced vixen. She lowered her head, inhaling the stale smell of iron from the slate surface. Jace heaved a sigh, her lids drooping heavily over her purple occulars. This was such a perfect place, it was a shame nobody could raise an army here. It would be the perfect motivator. Jacelise had finally returned to the lands here, the war wasn't worth her time. She decided to let the poor bastards play out their roles themselves. Oh she'd taken prisoners for Nirvana, but then took her leave. It wasn't what she craved. It was not as violent a scene as she would have liked. Jace had yet to be impressed by these creatures that dwelled here. Nirvana had been a close interest of hers, but mostly she just saw the empress as one more bitch in her way. Jacelise would've tried taking the throne herself, but she didn't think it would provide the entertainment she so craved. So alas she hid her intentions, wondering how close she could get into the good graces of the higher ups. She'd abuse her power of course, but nobody else had to know that. Those who spoke were stupid. It was the reason so many failed, so many became victims like the poor bastards of the past here at this cliff. She stopped her movements. Swiveling her tawny face back the way she came. Jace was an actress, not an idiot. "You know, you can come out any time. I've been rather aware of you for quite some time now." Jace crooned into what appeared complete desolation. Yet even with the acrid, blood stained scent in the air she picked up on that of a living being. Maybe someone else with a morbid fascination. Maybe someone she could abuse, and manipulate to her desires. Jace paused her thoughts, after all she was getting quite a head of herself.

[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

Witchcrypt
you call me a bitch like its a bad thing,
you call me a freak, like that means something.

To say the brindled mare was peeved, was an understatement. Her glowing red orbs were like cinders from the pits of hell, burning holes into everything they touched. Usually the young witch didn't hold grudges, but she was still sore from the Empress's less than subtle comment to her days before. She had come to simply speak with her Queen, hoping to become closer to her, but she was shot down, quite rudely. This had enraged the female and a large part of her wanted to show her anger, let it manifest and rear its ugly head, right in front of the Empress of Imperium and she was pretty positive that if she had, she would be dead. An example. But she had a certain stallion to thank that she was still alive. The Meta. She had met him years prior and then even more recently and was ecstatic that he had set up a home. Reach. The temperature was drastically different than her home of Cocytus, so for either to visit the other was a chore in itself. But if there was one thing she learned from Meta, it wasn't that she finally learned to not touch him, she had learned something that he unintentionally taught her. Control your emotions. Do not let them guide you. Stay calm in all situations. She had managed to calm herself even as the rage bubbled and writhed like an untameable beast. But she quickly pulled her whip out and tamed said beast. But even after the Empress apologized and she had accepted it, she was still angry. She had returned home angry. Her pale son was there, Meta was gone he had told her. Meta, Harkness, Tori and Cyclone had all disappeared. He had no idea where they were and this had put the bitch in even more of a tizzy. She had easily lashed out at Abyss and Obelisk, but refused to harm either of her sons, Satanael and The Risen.

She had eventually decided to take a walk to burn off her steam and had ended up here. On Tiff Cliff. Where her sire had lost to the Empress. This of course did nothing to quell the bitch's attitude and so she huffed and puffed, kicking rocks off the cliff and making as much noise as she possibly could. She wanted to rip someone a new hole. The anger was so infinite and true that it bothered her. It tingled up and down her spine and down to her hooves, making her squirm uncomfortably. She wanted the anger to go away, to hide away like it always did. She snorted and sighed, blazing red orbs staring at her hooves as she walked. She hadn't the slightest idea why she had decided to walk this far. Reach wasn't far off, a few miles to the west. Perhaps she could go there and see what all of this disappearing was about. She was sure Dietrich was having a bitch fit about being left in charge of an entire band. She almost chuckled at that. Almost

"You know, you can come out any time. I've been rather aware of you for quite some time now." The feminine vocals touched her auds, making the pitch pillars stand up straight and forward, at attention. Instantly her temper flared even more so and she picked up her pace. Her friesian bodice swirved around the top of the cliff, crimson oculars finding the owner of the voice and she simply scoffed. Wicca came to a halt, gathering up her lithe but sturdy frame elegantly. She closed her eyes momentarily before focusing back on the brown hued mare. The Cocytus Queen snorted harshly, flicking her tail. "I would be surprised if you did not notice me, what with all the ruckus I was making. Would be a pitiful thing." She grinned devilishly, unmoving from her position, blocking the exit. It was at this moment that Wicca became aware of the wonderous scent of blood. Dried, but blood none-the-less. Her grin widened, sharpe dentals showing, slightly yellowed, and her belly rumbled. She hadn't eaten recently. That could be solved, though.

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J A C E L I S E Get out of here fast I hate to break it to you  But I'm not drowning Jace narrowed her eyes at the bulkier bitch. She'd scoffed in the presence of true royalty. The tawny faced minx curled her kissers over her ivories. A cruel sneer marred her features. As if this bitch would win a fight, it didn't matter if she was looking for one or not. Jace already determined she didn't like this brindled whore. Jacelise raised her head proudly in response to the haughty body language of the friesian ice queen. Studying her bulky, scarred hide.  "It's a pitiful thing that a grown mare has to throw such a childish tantrum. What exactly were you hoping to accomplish by stomping around like that?" Jace barked harshly, following with a bout of laughter directed at the mare. Her violet orbs stared down into the crimson ones of the mare before her. Jacelise scoffed, shaking her head. The only worthy feature on the minx was clearly her eyes, it was a shame it wasn't blood that coloured them. Jace shifted her bodice slightly, making sure her front half faced the minx head on. "Just who do you think you are? Nobody likes a nameless, frumpy, whore." Her words were harsh for some stranger. Usually Jace wouldn't bother, but this minx obviously had an ego she didn't need. The tawny masked vix stood proudly, satisfied with her retort to the bulky minx. She itched to trade flesh with someone lately. Maybe this would earn her a worthy fight. Jacelise chuckled slightly to herself, she could see the anger in each muscle the minx held. It was such an exhausting emotion, and served almost no strategic purpose. Jace's demeanor and body language were calm, and self assured. Her cruel eyes awaited the outraged response from the minx, it was just what she wanted. A gift to herself.

[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

Witchcrypt
tonight I'm gonna smack a bitch.

Witchcrypt was known for the amount of children at such a young age. It was no secret. She loved her children fiercely, they were family, her flesh and blood and family meant everything. She had never intended to be a mother, and when she had her first child, she wanted nothing to do with the little bitch, but by her second pregnancy, her first set of twins, she had realized that she was not going to be her mother. But by the time she had realized this, she already had a deep seated hatred for her first born. And she was not looking to correct that. She knew it was odd for someone her age to have seven children. She knew what others would assume, but she absolutely refused to be called a whore and turn the other cheek. Rage burned behind the black ess's vermilion optics, her face, almost invisible due to how dark it was, was set in a horrid scowl. One that radiated her rage. Every fibre in her being told her to rip the tawny bitch's throat out. She was nameless, no one would know who the hell she was talking of if she spoke this ess's name. No one would miss her. She had no standing in the lands. It was a different story with Wicca. She was known. Almost everyone in the land knew her name, perhaps not her face, but her name held power. She was Lucifer's daughter. His favorite child and leadess of Cocytus, first ally to Obascus. But here was this lowly peasant that had a mouth on her. Wicca bared her dentals at the female's 'insults' and snorted harsh through her nasals.

Calm the fuck down, its just a tiny bitch trying to get under your skin. She may not be missed or recognized, but that does not mean you can let your guard down. Find your calm and grasp it by the damn throat and make it your bitch! The voice, her voice, echoed in her skull and she instantly calmed. A serenity taking over her being. "A tantrum? Baby, you don't know what a tantrum is."She spat, facials ever so calm, piercing red eyes focusing on the dirt colored vix. "I have no need to walk around silently, fearing if someone would notice me. I am not so insecure of my abilities." Her voice was feminine but also a growl, almost other-worldly. The femme's laugh grated on the ice bitch's auds and she narrowed her orbs in annoyance, a slight headache forming on her temple. The brindled witch grit her teeth together attempting to alleviate the agitation the other mare's laugh caused.

Wicca had come here intending to erase her prior anger, but low and behold, she would run into some pompous bitch and get angry all over again. It was rather irritating to say the least. And she had to have an annoying laugh on top of that. The dirt-toned bitch spoke again and Witchcrypt almost doubled over in the attempt to hold in her rage. She repeated the words she had spoken to herself again. Calming her frayed nerves. She breathed out heavily, watching the mare take up a forward stance. She had to be looking for a fight. Once the dirt bitch was done speaking, Wicca breathed out slowly, closing her eyes momentarily before opening them again, glaring whole-heartedly at her. "I would take my anger out on your face, but it looks like your genetics have put it through enough suffering already." She hissed, tossing her long gray tail with a sly grin. She had taken in training and observations from Meta to heart and would always use it to her advantage. After all she did not ask him to train her for no reason.

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J A C E L I S E Get out of here fast I hate to break it to you  But I'm not drowning Jace burst into laughter at the quip thrown in her direction. As if she was insecure, she had killed many in the past. If one could see a map of her history, they'd see bodies of families resting together in a gorgeous display of death. Her laugh sliced the air in a high pitched tone, her features contorted into amusement. Sneering all the while, she shook her tawny head. Jacelise regained her stoic composure, unfazed in the slightest by this minx's anger. She could see how it rolled off of her with each acidic word spat at her. The large femme's growl merely beckoned Jace's smirk. "Tantrum? Of course I don't, I've never thrown one. I never said you were insecure in your abilities, I'm quite sure you're very confident in your terrible abilities. Sweetie, I'm not afraid of a damn thing. Certainly not some temper-toting bitch."  Jacie spat right back at her. Vocals slightly higher in tone than that of this minx. Jace merely scoffed at the idea that she would have any doubt in her own abilities. Sure, she had never met this mare before, but she was straight rude off the bat. Jace wasn't hiding herself, she didn't react to the comment on her genetics.  "Oh please, I could wipe 90% of your beauty off with my tail. What are you calling it? Left out in the rain too long? At least I'm not prancing around with some temper-fueled facade. I have the pedigree of royalty... you just have the pedigree of a royal ass." Jace spat again, smirking triumphantly as she sized up the minx before her.  Her snakelike qualities emerged. Lowering her cranium to peer at the larger minx from beneath her lashes. As if she were about to apologize, her face drooped in mock apology. "Oh, please forgive me! Did I offend daddy's little bitch? What did they name you, stormy for your glum appearance, and salty attitude?" Jace sneered again, exposing her own dentals to this minx. She raised her head once more, showing her own pride. The world felt as though it were slowing down to witness this legendary throwdown. Jace knew she was nobody yet, oh but would she ever be soon enough. She'd wipe this mare's face in her success, and that was a promise.

[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

Witchcrypt
tonight I'm gonna smack a bitch.

There it was again. That fucking laugh. Everything in Witchcrypt screamed in retaliation. She wanted to suddenly burst out screaming to cover up the bitch's laugh, even though it would be completely odd and uncharacteristic of the witch, she so wanted to do it. She just wanted to let it go. Her muscles tightened and she seized up, almost looking smaller than she truly was. She was about to boil over. Simply because of this bitch's laugh. Witchcrypt had never been insecure, she had always been rational and true to herself and those around her. She never faked, though she did hold back what she wanted to say. Like now. She may had not had a track record of fights, but that was because she had no need to fight. She was respected and of high standing. Sure that opened up for her to challenged, but who wanted a cold and desolate place like Cocytus. Her that is. She loved her home, the cool air and icy touch of the land was home to her. But just because Wicca had not seen many fights, did not mean she didn't know how to fight. She had realized that sure her body might have inner mechanisms, memories almost, on how to fight, but she made sure she had been trained for situations that she knew would eventually come. The dirty bitch spoke again, and Wicca openly sighed, rolling her eyes and shifting to a comfortable stance, one that said she was at ease and unpeturbed by the being before her. "Are you always so stupid, or is today a special occasion?" She spoke in an almost tired tone. She was growing bored with this wench.

Wicca let out her own laugh, it was low and smooth, it didn't grate on the nerves like this bitch's laugh. Wicca was not pompous enough to say that these insults did not irk her, she just chose to ignore them. She flicked her tail against her scarred flanks and smirked at the mare, keeping her relaxed pose. The witch quirked a brow, this mare was a special type of bitch. Something Wicca just wanted to brush off her shoulder and be done with. But it seemed this appy mare was looking for a fight. And while Wicca wanted to show that she wasn't itching for a fight, she had not qualms about getting into one. She wanted to taste the blood of this mare. The breeze blew lightly, catching her mane and tail, bringing a splash of spring with it, but it was mostly tainted by the irony scent of blood on the ground, which only fueled Witchcrypt's bloodlust even more so. "Remember dearest, a sharp tongue is no indication of a keen mind." She mused, looking off, into nothing in-particular. While she could keep trading insults with this minx, she was growing rather bored with her. She was nothing but talk. A bark with no bite.

Witchcrypt had begun to fade off into other thoughts, that is until the femme spoke up again...quite loudly. The younger mare cringed slightly and stared at her and her fake apology. Witchcrypt just stared. And stared. And stared. The thoughts running through her head were focused on three words. What the fuck but she held a smile on her lips while internally she was screaming. "Really, dear....how closely related are your parents?" She wondered outloud, shifting her hooves to rest her other limb. She did not react to the way the female lowered her body, she had lived around Selven and Serpentine. The two obviously thought they were damn snakes or some shit so it did not bother her in the least, she simply gave the female a blank expression..a judging expression.

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J A C E L I S E Get out of here fast I hate to break it to you  But I'm not drowning Jace had fallen quiet, the words stirred in her mind slowly. She didn't feel a thing, so her expression didn't change much as the hefty creature spoke. Though boredom seemed very apparent now, Jace was growing bored herself. It was time to really push her, she knew what she said crawled beneath her skin. She had never failed in this area of expertise. She cocked her own brow, offering the bitch a cool smile. It was lovely to lack emotion, nothing really fazed her in the slightest. "Oh hardly, but it says volumes of your mental speed though. I'm surprised you know the word intelligence." Jace's voice has grown colder, her face held no readable features. "Why every day is a special occasion to entertain fools. You must not have gotten the memo. I don't know what made you so stupid, but apparently it really works well." Jace seemed to shrug, taking a few slow steps toward the beast. Her gait was slow, confident, and elegant. She seemed almost as if she were going to walk right past the brindled snake. The slow gait, the smug appearance of her features. Jace was nowhere near as tall as the beast, but that didn't matter to her. It was not about size, it was about skill. She had plenty of skill in sparring, as well as killing. She could play along though. Jacelise was close enough to feel the angry witch's breath. Her crimson orbs narrowed, meeting the purple orbs of the former heiress. Jace bared her ivories slowly, letting out a low groaning sound from her belly. "You have nothing to show for your words. Your parents must have been siblings and made the mistake of having you. Your ambition outweighs your relevant skills. I'm not really sure how you still exist. Someone must've dragged you through dumbass forest after falling out of the stupid tree. Sorry sweetie, but you don't even stand a chance against me, but keep talking I'm sure you'll eventually say something remotely intelligent." Jace spat at Wicca's face. She was close enough now that the saliva could actually hit her. Jace was silently challenging her to make a move. She would be successful if this escalated to a physical altercation.

[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

Witchcrypt
you call me a bitch like its a bad thing,
you call me a freak, like that means something.

Witchcrypt was pleased with the quiet, closing her eyes to truly enjoy it, but she knew she would never be able to enjoy such silence with this thing breathing in her personal bubble. The brindled mare was almost completely set on just ignoring the wench, taking her study of Meta's mannerisms a bit to the extreme. On the inside she was a raging fit, she wanted to tear the bitch limb from limb. She wanted to pull her intestines out and string them up on the cliff and let the bitch hang, bleeding and dying a slow death. But no. Wicca was not a petty being. She would not let her emotions control her any longer. But that was easier said than done. Because as of right now, she was losing the battle. She failed to hold in the blank expression that rang seriously all through the caverns. This mare obviously had her foot up her ass a bit far. Before Wicca wanted to have a fight with this bitch, but now, she found that this one wasnt worthy, she was all talk and too narrow minded for the Cocytus witch. It just spoke volumes with every word that she said. With every syllable and every vowel the tawny mare spat out, Witchcrypt felt her braincells die. She blinked, once. Twice. This sounded recited. As if the mare always thought of what she was going to say to the next person that came up to her. Almost as if she desperately wanted attention but also wanted to be a total bitch. Wicca herself was no stranger to being a bitch, she quite enjoyed the name. She wore it proudly and was not offended when someone called her by it. It was almost an adored nickname. She came to place it with feelings of content.

The tawny mare stepped forward then and though Wicca did not let it show on her frame or in her eyes, she was suddenly alert. She was not going to let her guard down. Especially when the enemy was moving closer. She kept her relaxed stance, eyeing the mare as she walked as if she had a corn cob stuffed so far up her ass she looked proud. The appy ess was in a dangerous spot now. No one was stupid enough to get into striking range. Not even Serpentine or Abyss. No matter what your size or mentality, you should never get into striking range. One could be ever confident in their abilities but those abilities also counted for their mental prowess. Strategy. And this was a stupid ass strategy. Wicca breathed heavily on the minx, letting the stench of her last meal spread across the hairs on the mare's face. Wicca was a carnivore. She ate things that bled. She licked her dentals, tasting blood between each tooth. Perhaps she would taste new blood today? Her belly rumbled at the thought, a soft smirk coming to her dark lips. She let the idiot speak, eyes boring into the purple ones of this ess. The dare was there. As if she was saying I double dog dare you Wicca sighed, rolling her eyes ''Fuck it all."

In an instant, Wicca lashed out, aiming to grab for the mare's soft muzzle. Her teeth would easily sink in, the sharp carnivorous dentals would hang on and never let go. The only way the minx would be able to escape was if she ripped her own lips away from the razor like dentals. And Wicca would be very pleased with this outcome.

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J A C E L I S E Get out of here fast I hate to break it to you  But I'm not drowning What she wanted to accomplish was easily met. The bitch was beyond readable, predictable. Just your run of the mill whore. The tawny faced minx was not surprised, nor did she reel backward when the fanged minx sunk her teeth into Jace's soft muzzle. Pain signals fired away, allowing her brain to make sense of what happened. Her eyes grew emotionless, and much colder than they previously were. She pulled against the fangs in her face with a smile. It hurt more, but pain never bothered her. Jace let out a guttural, deep growl from inside her throat. She calculated what she would do. It seemed as if centuries were passing slowly.  Jace slowly shifted her pupils to find the grayed minx's crimson ones. The only admirable trait on her face. Jace craned her neck slightly as she pulled away from the bitch. She'd wasted enough time being so close to her. Throwing her body upward, as her forelegs struck out, swinging for the other mare's throat. A straight blow would cause the minx to gasp for air. There was a rush of intense pain as her lips were shredded. Blood seeped from her wounds in a quick manner. The liquid was hot as it dripped from her muzzle. Jacelise pulled back slowly, cracking a wide grin. The new wounds in her lip tore more at the action, but allowed her to create an unnaturally wide grin. Her calculating eyes rested on Wicca without hesitation. She did not immediately reciprocate an attack. Jace spat some of the crimson liquid from her muzzle. The pain was hardly noticeable to her now. She was quickly growing accustomed to the pain. It was intoxicating. "You shouldn't have done that...." Jace's tone was completely emotionless, and cold. As if winter was born directly from the tone in her voice. The pink occulars traced Wicca's frame longingly. She wanted to see, and taste the blood beneath her rival's frame. "I wonder what you'd look like if someone stripped you of your flesh. I'd like to take some for my collection." Jace's voice didn't waver. It was the same chilling tone. She approached slowly at first. Though she didn't have far to go. She made a wide arc toward Wicca. Then lunged with an impressive amount of speed toward her barrel. Teeth bared, blood flying from her kissers.

[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

Witchcrypt
you call me a bitch like its a bad thing,
you call me a freak, like that means something.

The satisfying slide of blood against her tongue nearly made the wench release her grip in simple glee. The blood from the bitch slid down Wicca's throat, quenching that hunger only slightly. Her dentals pierced the skin just like the brindled witch desired, ripping the soft flesh into something resembling a snarl. She could just imagine the pain the bitch was in and every fiber of her being laughed in enjoyment to the appy ess's pain. But to Wicca's displeasure, the mare didn't try to avoid or cry out in pain. It was as if the razors in her soft flesh didn't even faze her. No pain was registered. This pissed the brindled witch off. She wanted to see the pink irises contort in pain! She wanted to hear the bitch cry out! A growl erupted from the bitch's larynx as the appy mare suddenly pulled back, ripping her soft flesh. Some of the bitch's lip was left in Wicca's jaw and the blood dripped down her jaws. But she had no time to savor the taste, Jace reared up, front hooves reaching for her nape and Wicca dodged the first hoof but the second connected with the bitch's throat, cutting off her oxygen momentarily but she held in the gag and took a step back, crimson orbs glaring openly at the mare. She locked eyes with the mare, enjoying the sight of the blood dripping down the ripped lips of the mare, out of the corner of her eye. The appy wench's blood also dripped down Wicca's jaw, a few pieces of her lip were quickly chewed and swallowed, smirking at the bitch.

Wicca watched the mare, her glowing opts never leaving the appy bodice. She could almost see the insanity in the pink optics. Witchcrypt was born into the Dark alliance and while it was no longer here, it still lingered slightly and the Cocytus Queen was not fazed by the mare's attitude. Black auds flickered and Wicca straightened her stance, her throat felt dry and she coughed slightly, trying to clear the non-existent lump in her throat. The bitch hit hard. But it wasn't as hard as she had been hit before. Meta hit harder than this witch. Black lips curled into a smile as the bitch spoke, it was almost laughable. "Is your head up your ass for the warmth?" However, Wicca's lapse of amusement didn't last long as the appy was suddenly charging her. The brindled witch hadn't expected her to move this fast, the full weight of the mare crashing into the friesian-esque fae. Wicca barely kept her balance at the brunt force and grit her teeth when the dull dentals dug into her flesh. Blood seeped from the wound and Wicca took a few steps to the side, trying to regain her balance. Her hind-legs faultered and crashed beneath her but she quickly regained her footing and reared up, attempting to shake the witch off, nape curling to the side, trying to bite at the mare, her forelegs lashing out for the mare's frame.o

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Jace was satisfied, she'd torn a small chunk of flesh from the witch's hide. Even better that she stumbled sideways. But Jace didn't stop there, she kept barreling at the crimson orbed bitch. Reaching her enamels now for a chunk of Wicca's mane. Jacelise barely acknowledged the words spoken in the heat of battle. Nothing fazed Jace now. She was determined, and her blood-lust had been set off. The tawny faced princess kept her legs moving. Driving more force towards the witch. Unrelenting movements, trying to pressure her back to the ground. She'd stop at nothing until she had a prize to take home. The bitch was crazy after all. Jace had pridefully killed her family, and framed the enemy. Now here she was in a similar situation. Though she didn't think it likely that she'd kill this stupid, mouthy bitch  today. Jacelise could feel the grayed mare's daggers slice into her flesh, slamming against the bones in her leg. Pain shot upwards through the skeletal structure beneath her tender flesh. The spotted demon still kept her momentum. The pain again did not faze her. Even with her lips profusely bleeding, blood running from the very end of her muzzle. Her pink orbs were focused. An insane smirk tearing the wounds of her lips wide open for the witch to see.  Attesting the insanity deep within the spotted minx. She was still close enough to feel Wicca's body heat, against her own. Jace's flesh had grown cold, the bleeding in her lips began to subside quickly. The taste of blood however spurred on her insane, and somewhat blind determination. "Not as far as your's is going to be after I'm done with you. Is that all your sharp teeth are good for?" Jace giggled as she continued lunging for Wicca's mane. Tagged: Δ Beauty With The Booty Words: 300 Notes: ohhh my god..

You wish you had somebody, that could come and make it right


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Witchcrypt
you call me a bitch like its a bad thing,
you call me a freak, like that means something.

The wind whipped harshly against the two mares a top the cliff. The brindled bitch having moved a fair distance away in a back pedaling motion, blood oozed from her nape where the bitch's teeth had left their mark and her hoof just below the previous wound. The cursed wind blew the long tresses into her crimson line of sight. But Wicca did not let this faze her, she stood stock still, eyes seeming to glow more so through her dark hair, watching the appy ess charge her once again. Witchcrypt readied herself, so the bitch wanted to use brute force did she? The Ice Queen would oblige. She pushed off of the earth, haunches bunching together as they acted like a rubberband and flung her forward, hooves digging into the rock and earth as she charged forward.

Adrenaline pumped through her veins, making the sting of her wounds fade to a dull hum. The wind refused to stop its onslaught as it switched directions constantly but this did not faze the brindled witch. She charged and slammed right into the smaller mare. There was a resounding thunk when they crashed together, it shook Wicca to her bones but did not bother her, pain was something she quite enjoyed, the chuckle she emitted was evidence of that. She attempted to dodge the searching dentals of the mare while going for flesh with her own, sharp canines. The wind once again beat against them, tangling Wicca's mane and tail around both mares, her forelock obscured her vision and this caused the brindled ess to falter slightly and as a result, she felt the sharp pain of a chunk of her mane being tore from the flesh. It was quick, sudden and extremely painful. It brought tears to her eyes from the brutality in such a sensitive area. Instead of screaming out in her pain, she aimed to dig her razor sharp dentals into any bit of the tawny bitch's flesh, mostly going for vital spots like the bitch's head.

Wicca was beyond pissed now, pushing away from the appy mare and bucking out, ripping more hairs than she wanted, seeing as they were tangled around the appy bitch. Blood oozed slightly from where major chunks had been ripped out. She huffed and puffed as she made an arch, swinging back around to face the mare. Murder was in her eyes. She wanted to see the bitch die for what she did. She had touched her mane! Ripped out a chunk of hair! She was pretty sure she looked like a looney with some hair missing. She just hoped it wasn't permanent. She completely ignored the bitch's words, rage burning in her eyes as she bared her bloody dentals. "Quit flapping your gums and fight me, wench." She hissed and charged at the appy bitch, rearing up at the last minute and lashing out with her sharp hooves.

ooc: about the tangling thing with Wicca's hair, her mane and tail are super long so it could tangle around them both and if you want me to change it sid, I will!