Black mare enters, a young flicka beside 'er, their daggers making imprints in the sand. Dam halts, daughter's slender pillars following. Dark Moon flings 'er crown to the sky and lets loose a whistle to the one whom trains the young, Nacissa adding 'er fluting song.

Th' ebonite Princess wanders th' barren landscape, 'er mind a blur to all 'he passed within this domain. 'er thoghts were concentrated entirely on Elessar. Both more than competent, and stalwart was Hacer, but 'he still fears for th' young princeling when 'e was out o' 'er sight. 'e, along with Hacer, are th' only two beings that keep 'er sanity lodged firmaly within 'er brain.

A few months earlier, 'he would 'ave included 'er sib, Autumn, in th' ever-dwindling list, but 'he 'as not seen 'im for a long time. 'he presumes 'e was busy with th' war, and 'as 'eard o' 'is new infatuation with a warrioress, but 'he would 'ave appreciated a visit. Sighing 'he lowers 'er curvature and tears a few o' th' yellowing blades from th' occaisional crags in th' deserted terrain. 'he wonders why 'he even bothers coming 'ere now, when 'he should be looking after Elessar, but 'twas 'er duty as a warrioress.

Keen audits catching th' song 'he immediately spins 'round and four-beats 'ward th' song. 'he could decipher 'twas a belle, but was that a lassina adding 'er vocals to th' chorus? 'he could only presume 'twas. Concealing 'er alabaster bodice 'hind a ashen boulder 'he ctatches sight o' th' ebonite fae, and th' young lassina 'side 'er. By 'er ashen peltage 'he could presume 'twas a Cursed 'he would be instructing. But 'he knew it could be a Sacred, or a Torn 'he was instructing, so 'he tosses 'er tiara lightly, and two beats lightly o'er th' topography, 'er elegant pillars crossing th' geo effortlessly, reaching th' duo and awaiting for th' 'essa to make th' first move,

Dark Moon leaned closer to 'er daughter protectively as the ivory fea approched, while Nacissa moved not.
Sensing 'ers was to be the first move 'he parts 'er young black lips and 'isses in a detached but oddly firm tonet;
Ta silver-white fea
Trots towards thee
Over the desert sands
And there she stands
Dark Nacissa Karn thy cursing be
Proud and ready to learn as ye can see...
'he finished with the same fluting tone and looked up at 'er darkened dam.

Thy am Dark Moon of the Darqs, 'tis is my daughter
The black demoness annouced not troubling to hide the smugness she felt at 'er brat's lyrics, yet hiding the pride 'he felt.

'he flicks 'er audits as 'he catches th' lassina's lyricals. Supressing 'er urge to roll 'er oculi at th' filla's song 'he assumed 'twas a Cursed 'he would be instructing. Flicking 'er plume harshly in an attempt to conceal th' snarl that was forming in 'er chords, 'he merely turns 'er gaze to th' now speaking fae. 'earing th' smugness in 'er tones 'he throws 'er tiara to 'old it at a regal level, reminding 'er that 'he better not try to get smart with 'er, for 'he was a Princess and demanded th' proper respect. Parting 'er kissers 'he answered th' fae in 'er elegant lyricals.

'Lo Dark Moon and Nacissa, 'he speaks, not troubling to keep th' emnity from 'er tones. 'he turns to converse directly with th' maid.

I presume 'he is 'ere for 'er instruction? 'he says, animosity etched into every syllable o' 'er lyricals. Awaiting an answer 'he turns and watches th' flicka. If 'he trained 'er, 'he would only grow to be like th' equines 'he loathed with all 'er being - th' Shadowed Ones. But, once again, 'he reminded 'erself 'twas 'er duty as Aalaya successor, to train all that came in th' ways of combat. Sighing 'he flicks 'er plume idly as 'he awaits th' feminin's response.

Pushing aside 'er dark pride 'he calmed to a desgusting politness.
Aye
'he answered, a merory of the Aayala 'he had known floating across 'er mind as 'he wondered if there would 'ave been a difference in the two warrioress' tones.

Nacissa snorted, rolling 'er black orbs as 'he gazed up at the fea. 'he pawed the ground still gazing into the Princess' orbs in the same detached way.

'he almost smirks as 'he 'ears th' forced politness in 'er lyricals. Feeling slightly uncomfortable as th' lassina gazes at 'er 'he averts 'er gaze and looks at th' dam o' th' filla. 'he feels animosity bubble within 'er at th' mere sight o' 'er, for 'he too shared 'er sib's bitter loathing o' th' Shadowed Ones. 'he knows, that aside from Rebel, 'he is th' most powerful warrioress in these lands, being th' only mortal to pose a threat to th' daughter o' th' Cursed God. If 'he passed on some o' that experience to th' lassina, who knows what 'he could grow to be?

Well, there is no need for ye to stay then 'he says, allowing th' fainest hiss to taint 'er lyrics.

'he half snarled, then nudged 'er daughter, a returning nip from the flicka and turned away back towards the Underworld.
Nacissa watched 'er, then turned back to the silver fea c.ocking 'er dial to the side and an quiring way.'he hissed softly.

'he growls softly, but dangerously, as if reminding 'er that 'he will be in charge o' 'er precious brat, and anything could 'appen to 'er while 'he was not present. As 'he leaves, 'he flicks 'er harks flat back 'gainst 'er tiara, in a symbol of intense animosity. At th' flicka's hiss 'he hisses louder, drowing out 'er young tones. Not even glancing th' lassina's way 'he proceeds to embark o'er th' auric topography, 'er long pillars carrying 'er effortlessly o'er th' geo.

As 'he stride elegantly 'past th' young bytch, 'he mutters softly to 'er.

Follow me, , before beating 'way in 'er almost forced march. 'he allows 'erself a prolonged growl, directed at no equine in particular, in such utter frustration at th' events that 'ad unfolded in th' previous hour. Giving a quick glace 'hind 'er to check th' filla was not falling 'hind, 'he carries on pacing 'ward a somewhat sheltered spot, even though th' celestia still raged fiercly o'erhead.

'he bounded after the fea on 'er slender too-long pillars, audits forward as 'he followed, snorting softly to 'erself. 'he relaxed around almost all equines through 'er unpure blood. 'he flicked 'er creamy banners against 'er charcoal flank as a 'lie bites 'er senive 'ide. 'er pools wander around the terrian, 'er attitude affected by the presense of sacred instead of shadow.

'he rests 'gainst an outcrop o' rock, 'er frameage still not fully recovered from 'er pregnancy. 'he savours th' feeling as 'he stands under th' shadow, a cool trickle seemed to spread o'er 'er epidermis. Sighing 'he takes fills 'er lungs with oxi particles, and soothes 'er raging mind. Calmed, but still not fully pacified, 'he awaits for th' filla to arrive.

When 'he finally does, 'he steps out from under th' rock, and surveys 'er frame. Not too bad for a flicka o' 'er age, 'er pillars still slightly too long, but showing promise o' being stalwart, and 'er sturdy build, which woudl 'elp 'er defend 'erself. Circling th' lassina, 'he stops just infront 'er 'er, and meets 'er pools.

If ye wish it, we can start with one-on-one combat, although ye may be too small and I may harm ye by accident. 'he says, not trained to soften 'er blows 'gainst one with Shadowed lineage.

If it makes well training
'he dipped 'er dial, watching 'er and taking in the elder's appearance. Then looked down at 'er own leggy bodice with a snort, tossing 'er 'ead to gaze back up at the fea, sure 'he would 'ave to try 'ard and 'er best to compete with this Sacred.

'he nods, and, without so much as a sound, 'he moves to face th' vix, reminding 'erself to soften 'er blows. 'he 'is only a flicka after all, 'he thinks to 'erself, stretching 'er pillars and tossing 'er tiara, readying 'erself. 'he inclines 'er apex to th' lassina, in a mark o' respect, then without warning, 'he springs forward, and aims to land a softened blow with 'er hinds on th' filla's frame.

Exhilarated at th' feeling o' a fight, 'he whinnies and throws 'er cerebrum, spinning 'round and aiming a light blow with 'er fore flints on th' flicka's stomach, 'oping to unbalance 'er and so gain th' advantage. Aware that anymore attacks may overcome th' flicka, and 'gain reminding 'erself that 'he must be gentle with 'er, 'he retreats a few steps, allowing 'er an attack.

'he feels the attact on 'er rump, then leapt side-ways, still feeling the second blow but only as a nick. 'he bounds after the fea but 'eading for 'er flank and watching the fea's movements, lifted 'er front flints to strike Dancer's ivory flank, just beyond 'er boa-reach.

Somewhat impressed by th' fae's reasonably quick reactions, 'he quickly manouvers 'er way out o' th' range o' th' lassina's attack. Th' filla's flints nicks 'er on 'er alabaster rump, and it draws a thin line o' crimson fluid from 'er erpidermis. Healing it with a quick flick o' 'er thoughts, 'he plunges through th' oxi rapidly, aiming to strike th' flicka's rump with 'er hind, 'fore spinning round and feinting to th' left, and at first aiming to strike for 'er right.

OOC: So museless...

'he feels 'er rump slice and dances out of the belle's next attack, leaping away from Dancer's crown and 'fores, keepig 'er rump turned away and, on light daggers, strikes quick, aiming just below 'er 'hind pastern. 'he was moving into sparring mode now, well as much as a young filla can without true training.

[.x.] As Dancer spins 'round 'he throws 'er pallid tiara in exhilaration as 'he experiences th' familiar adrenalin rush 'he gets while in combat with another equine. 'he finds combat strangely theraputic, and this fight was 'elping to rid 'er o' 'er raging emotions. 'he slices th' loamy turf impatiently, wanting to prolong this fight until th' flicka tires. Though 'he is slightly out o' shape from giving birth to Elessar, 'he is fast reaching full fitness, and 'is getting back to th' level o' proficiency that 'he was afore 'er pregnancy. Feinting to th' right and attempting a nip at th' flickas rump, which in true combat would have been a fully fledged attack, 'he strikes out with a front pillar, which will cause no more than a slight sting if it reaches 'er expected target - th' puerile's lower pillar area. Sashaying to th' right, 'he attempts a spectacular cross-kick, crossing both pillars o'er one another to aim a single strike to th' babe, which should have been to th' cerebrum if 'he intended to kill, but now to th' upper belly area, 'er blow softened so as not to 'arm 'er. Cursed or not, 'he firmly believes 'tis not fair, nor honourable to harm a flicka, whatever history ye may 'ave with their alliance. A quick strike from th' babe nicks 'er on 'er belly, causing 'er to suck in a sharp breath as 'he is momentarily winded. Gaining back 'er rythmic respiration 'he is still 'appy to 'ave properly executed 'er cross-kick, for th' last time 'he attempted it, 'he experienced an embarrasing fall. Th' move was faster than th' ordinary blow with the hind pillars, and aided balance so there was less chance of misjudging weight and toppling o'er. Smiling to 'erself, 'he allows th' rain o' blows 'he 'is unleashing onto th' femme to slow, incase th' flicka desires a rest. [.x.]

'he danced out of strikin' range, pausin' a moment then leapt 'ward 'er opposition 'gain, kickin' out with 'er 'inds for the shoulder blade at the same time as 'he turned an' lept 'gain. 'he halted, facin' Dancer an' headded for 'er belly just 'hind the ribs an' snaked out 'is small dial to bite 'fore fleein' just out of current Dancer's range, hopin' to challenge the older belle's strength an' skill with hit an' run an' quickness, to avoid to much damage to 'erself should Dancer get too caught up in the 'fight'. 'he stumbled on 'er left fore as 'he fled but righted 'erself, though slightly off-balance then turned to face the fea, catchin' 'er breath for a moment.

[.x.] Dancer leaps to the left , stalwart back pillars pushing her high into the particles, and lands with astonishing grace a few metres away from the flicka. A few dust particles swirl around her as she spins round suddenly, and strikes out with a foreleg quickly, aiming for the flickas unprotected chest area. She ducks quickly to avoid an attack to her blade, her peltage, which was flawless a few moments ago, now blanketed in a thin layer of sand particles, which have settled on her bodice. About to attempt a kick to the flickas hinds, she attempts to halt her blow as she sees the babe stumble, but instead just succeeds in unbalancing herself, and topples to the soft desert geo, landing with a soft thud upon the millions of golden particles that adorn the barren topography. Rolling over in a rushed impulsion, the belle rises quickly, flushing slightly in embarassment, but she is secretly glad that she had fallen, as it prevented the flicka from being sufficiently injured.

Dancing to the side as the flicka attempts a snap to her lower belly area, the Princess takes a few steps back and halts, whickering softly to the young puerile to do the same. As she examines her frame for any signs of scratches or cuts, she becomes aware of a fairly large gash running the length of her her lower pillar, slowly dripped a thick crimson liquid, and stianing the sun-drenched terrain below. Focusing her mind, she heals the injury with a quick flick of her thoughts, epidermis knitting together and peltage losing a crimsonite hue and fading back to the usual alabaster tones of Dancers pelt. Shaking herself violently the belle creates a shower of golden sand particles which fall gently to their natural habitat. Sucking in a breath of the oxi into her lungs, Dancer regains her resting heart rate and smiles at the young belle, waiting for the filla to regain her normal breathing impulsion afore attempting any lyricals. [.x.]

'he stand's straighter and walks closer 'fore haltin', a small, tenative small upon 'er maw. 'he tosses 'er dial to rid 'erself of the dust Dancer sends into the air, nares flared. Then 'he gazes up at Dancer questionly, 'er chest still sore slightly from Dancer's hit.

[.x.] Dancer's raidant features break into a gentle smile at the flickas questioning gaze. Throwing her alabaster banners from her flawless curvature, the belle dances over to a small rocky outcrop in a large cliff, the only source of shade in the otherwise barren terrain. Movement made many times harder by the fact that whenever her flints touch the loam they sink into the millions of soft buillon particles that make up the Desert. Entering the mouth of the cave, the Princess directs the filla to the back of the cave, where a pool of crystalline water, filtered by the rocks and sand that make up the rocky feature. Dipping her mug into the suprisingly cool water, Dancer whickers softly, inviting the filla to do the same. [.x.]

OOC: Sorry, crappy post ^^

OCC: your joking, right? your posts arealways good!

'he follows, pillars dancin' as 'he plunges after the Princess, then slows, gazin' 'round as 'he enters the cave. 'he watches then, pillars splayed, lowered 'er velvets to the liquid. Narcissa jumped at the unexpected coolness and the strange taste, then, towers forward, stuck 'er muzzle into it's depths 'gain, blowin' droplets from 'er nares. After a few gulps 'he lifts 'er onyx facade to study 'er instructress.

OOC: Awww thankies Amelia, yours aren't that bad either xD.

[.x.] Sending droplets flying from her maw as the radiant femme pulls her iridescent curvature from the aqua, Dancer regards the flicka, unable to keep up the displays of animosity - after all, it wasn't right to judge one just on their bloodlines and kin. Soft smile plays upon her librims as the Princess parts her maw to speak to the puerile.

" Well done, says the belle, meeting the flickas cold, but questioning, gaze. Whickering to the filla to follow her Dancer beats slowly toward a more shaded part of the rocky formation, so as to escape the midday heat. Petite daggers make a tuneless rhythm as they bring the Princess toward the darkest part of the cave. Awaiting the flicka to reach her, the belle tosses her alabaster curvature, shaking back her banners from her ivory visage, maw streaked with ebon. The vix leans gainst the solid coolness of the cave walls, then proceeds to stand straight as the young bruja approaches.

" We cannot continue with yer training until midday has passed; the heat would be unbearable if we attempted to continue, explains Dancer, giving the puerile a reason as to why her training had ceased. [.x.]

[OCC- Lol]

Youngling diped 'er night-washed dial in the darkness.
Thankyou
'he stated softly, followin' 'er movements as 'he paused to adjust 'er sight to see the silver patch as the figure of Dancer, backed by darkness and shined upon by light.

[.x.] Smile graces the Princesses blessed features as amberite opticals survey the lassina. Finding it strangely calming just to stand in silence with the flicka, the Princess decides to try and curb some of the fillas apparent shyness, and looses soft lyricals into the heavy desert air.

"So where do ye reside? Pardon for my asking, but I have no knowledge of Cursed terrains," she says, slightly embarassed by her ignorance of the Damned lifestyle. Wondering whether the lassina would wish to answer that question, for fear of betraying her family in discussion with the Princess of Sacreds of all equines,Dancer merely stays silent, gentle pools wandering around the cavern nonchanly, towers pricked for any reponse the flicka may make.[.x.]

'he tilts 'er dial, frownin' as 'he tried to recall a curse for the terra 'he 'ad barely visited. It 'ad been 'er mothers place, not 'ers yet. 'er facade brighten an' 'he answered;
I think my dam called her home the...the Underworld.
'e answered innocently, glancin' up at Dancer.

[.x.]Somewhat suprised as the filla parts her librims to answer her, Dancer feels a stab of recognition as she recognises the name of their home. Rolling her orbs the Princess smiles gently at the flicka.

"Ahh, the Underworld. Now that is one place I've been to before," she says, images springing to mind of the battle at which she fought Rebel for the very first time. Whickering softly in laughter the radiant belle remembers what she thought the first time she saw Rebel, and images of other fights with the damned bytch coming to mind. Looking down at the puerile she senses the younglings innocence, and wonders whether the flicka knows of her identity. Deciding not to tell her unless she asks, Dancer keeps silent, allowing the lassina to respons to her previous vocals. [.x.]

Tiny audits point 'ward.
Really? It was down right boring when I went there. Evweones all being immature, trying to be mean. If they were themselves some of them could be evil. I couldnt even do anything!
'he complained, mutterin' the middle part, minikin' Dancer by rollin' 'er large pools. 'he flicked 'er banner, the signiture of 'er sire, over 'er onyx pelt, 'er inheritance from 'er dam.

[.x.] Dancer whickers in laughter at the flickas blunt lyricals. Noticing the lassina rolling her lyricals she smiles gently and parts her librims to answer the filla.

"Aye, I have been to yer home once before. I didn't really get to see much of it though..., she muses, her mischevious gaze twinkling merrily. Swishing her plume over her flanks gently to rid herself of a flying pest she throws her banners from her visage, which have once again been creeping back to obscure her tiara. Pillars dancing in a rhymic motion, their tendons seeming to have stiffened up due to their lack of movement straight after their sparring session, Dancer meets the dark gaze of the lassina and whickers gently to her, ceasing the movements of her pillars, towers pricked brilliantly for a response. [.x.]

'he shrugged.
I got a short tour. It's all the same. Dead, dark, black, fire-pits. No wonder their grump brutes, they must get upset tummies without knowing it, they think it's their evil side. I think I prefer green food, tastes sweeter and gives me a, feeling, like I can do anything if I can walk in their horrid lands and eat sweet grass too.
'he chattered happily, gettin' distracted.

[OCC-I think darks should really want to tatse sweet grass since it would mean they had victory but what she means is she feels your name.]

OOC: I think I get you :blink:

[.x.] Dancer whickers merrily in laughter at the lassina's innocent jibe. Tapping her hind pillar idly upon the rocky floor of the cave, her ashen streaked librims pull up into a dazzling smile; amberite opticals twinkling happily. Curvature twsits round to allow the flaxen Princess to scratch an itch upon her belly.

"I trust ye dont care much for the masc's then?" she says jokingly, revelling in the lassina's childlike vocals. Sonar flickers attentively as Dancer awaits the pueriles respone, in the meantime the belle arches her nape and then stretches it down to the cave floor, stretching the muscles within. [.x.]

OOC: sorry its so short :huh:

'he snorted, tippin' 'er delicate dial, to glance up at the ivory belle. 'he pulled 'er young facade into a disgusted look.
Ewwww! No way.
'he annouced, shakin' 'er box an' pawin' the ground. It was every young child's anwser.

[That okay!.....mines not much better...lol, I was wondering how to reply to that! lol]

[.x.] Whickering delightedly in laughter as the young vix answers with outraged lyricals, Dancer peers out of a small gap in the cave to see whether the heat of midday has passed. Observing that the shadows have appeared again to fall diagonally to the west, the Princess snorts in satisfaction and whickers to the lassina to follow her as she exits the cool interior of the cave and out into the seemingly endless desert environment.

Turning her gaze to the puerile as she advances and nears the alabaster belle, her amber opticals turn to a large shelf of rock with a gently sloping side, about 500 metres or so away. Breaking suddenly into a graceful three-beats, Dancer navigates herself expertly over the golden topography, careful not to put too much weight onto the geo at one time as she will sink into the hundreds of million of sandy particales that make up the desert floor. As she gets further away from the young vixen, Dancer turns and gives a friendly whicker to her, encouraging her to follow her to the large rock shelf. Watching the bratessa embark swiftly across the sandy expanse, Dancer suddenly leaps up to the top of the rocky shelf, bouncing up the increasing gradient with such grace one would think a bantle could do it. From the top of the shelf, Dancer looks down at the young vix, sensing her confusion. Calling to her from the top of the small cliff, Dancer explains what the puerile's next test will be.

"The ability to react quickly, and dodge attacks, is vital if you wish to survive for more than a second during single combat. I shall release the boulders that are placed upon the top here, and, as they roll down, ye will attempt to dodge them," she says loudly, making sure her vocals reached the bratessa from the top of this cliff-like expanse. Looking upon the boulders she will release in a moment, Dancer snorts softly in satisfaction. She has not set this test up herself, it is one of natures phenomenones, for the rocky upon this summit gradually erodes itself, depositing what was once solid rock as neat, medium-sized boulders, which can be sent rolling down the slope with one good kick. Wait a week or so, and some more of the rock will have eroded, meaning you didnt have to worry about bringing the boulders back up the slope again.

Awaiting some sign that the puerile understands what she is doing, Dancer shifts her rump round allow her strong haunches to face the boulders, ready to release them with one good kick.[.x.]

'he followes the elder, lisernin' intently at the an' watchin' closely. 'he nodded an' shuffled 'er flints slightly as 'he awaited the challenge to begin, uncloggin' 'er throat an' flares as 'he did.

[Crappy!]

[.x.] Orbs taking in her nod, Dancer inhales and lashes out at the boulders, her daggers making a loud noise as they clatter against the rocks. Satisfied she has done her job, the Princess stands back to watch as there is a loud groan, and the first of the boulders bounces down, gaining speed and altitude, now hurtling full pelt down the hill, narrowly mising the belle by inches. There is a loud rumlbing noise, and suddenly most of them collapse down the cliff, hurtling like a raging pack of wolves toward the puerile. Dancer stands watching, readying herself to dash toward the lassina, and move her out of harms way if she gets herself in trouble [.x.]

OOC: Eep, musehless <_<

Onyx stars flicker with milky white as the kitten stood ready for the first missile, watching, calculating quickly it's decent, oculars flashing to taking in wide scene of boulders, imprinting positions, size and speed within 'er young mind instintively. 'he lept carefully to 'er right to avoid the first hurtling piece of rock then dashing 'hind it to escape a following. 'he glanced 'round 'gain, narrowly missing being bowled o'er by another, smaller one. 'he dodged 'round them, sometimes drifting to one side, forwards or past 'er starting point. More times then the young flicka would have liked 'he squeled out in suprise as a smaller unnoticed boulder brushed past or even hit 'er 'fore 'he jumped out of the full impact. When the last rock had flown past 'er, 'he found 'er self still on tenderhooks, breathing fairly heavily as 'er lungs slought the life giving oxygen to fuel 'er active bodice, adrenaline pumping through 'er blood stream an' 'er body sugars racing through 'er limbs an' cranium. 'er pelt was damp but only showed at 'er flanks an' joints where it had formed into a light lathering, striking against 'er midnight hue. 'er pillars quivered an' 'he heaved a quiet sigh of relief as 'he saw no more falling disarters, hoping that was the last of the first assult. 'he spotted 'er instructor an' headed 'wards the pale 'ess uncertainly. Narcissa glanced back at the slowing bounders once 'for hurrying an' halting a short way from the sacred, wishing 'er heart would stop thumping so hard an' breathing deep lungfuls of humid air to crease the hard pressure in 'er chest. But still 'he felt the aftermath excitement of the test. 'he sublty flexed 'er leggy limbs, feeling them stiffening as 'he waited Dancer's next lyrics of command or advice.


[Yay!]

[.x.] Dancer watched with interest as the young flcka attempted to dodge the first round of boulders now hurtling down the slope toward her. Noticing how the flicka only dodged those that were aboslutely necessary, Dancer whickered slightly in satisfaction, glad the puerile hadn't decided to tire herself too quickly by dodging those that didn't need to be dodged. A little bit of pain kept you alert during battles - Dancer knew that only too well. Wincing slightly as a rather large boulder strikes the femmora on her ashen rump, the waxen enchantress shifted her weight from side of her body to the other as her optics followed the path of the flicka as she leapt and ducked in every way possible to avoid the rumbling assault of debris. Noticing that the store of boulders she had first unleashed were becoming ever sparser, Dancer prepares herself to unleash the next round, but now without giving the lassina time to recover from her ordeal. Other equines could probably do it without even getting out of breath, but this vix was still only a filly and things tired her out quickly. Keeping herself standing upon the top of the gradually declining slope, Dancer whickered softly as the lassina made to come toward her, informing her that she was meant to stay where she was. Ambling gently over the next round of boulders (these significantly larger than the first onslaught), the Princess awaited a sign of recognition from the filly, her daggers readied to strike.

A sharp nod cames from the vix, so Dancer tipped her weight backwards onto her hinds and lashed the rocks savagely with her flints, causing them to begin to tumble down the slope upon the lassina again. They created a rippling sensation upon the ground as they stroke, throwing up large clouds as fine dust and sand particles as their uneven surfaces allowed them to bounce in an erratic path toward the lassina. Again, readying herself to dash out in front of the femmora and save her from anything that she was not quick enough to dodge, Dancer watched with interest, wondering how the filly would react to the next task. [.x.]

'oh damn...'
'he though, shamelessly taking a few steps of retreat, orbs intent of masses of hard rock rolling at 'er, each easily dwarfing 'er tiny frame. Narcissa braced 'erself, readying for the first onslaught, feeling the earth quake beneath 'er ashen flints. 'he stood where the leading rocks' paths would not cross, as soon as 'he knew this 'he concentrated her mind on the next, mind calming but body shivering with nervcous energy. 'er daggers began to dance with the boulders, their tapping drowned out by thunderous rumbling, dodging, norrowly missing, and gathering a few scrapes and cuts within the first dozen seconds, a small black speck charging agaisnt the tide of centuries old crust. As 'he closely escaped being crushed beneath one of the gaints, having not concentrated enough, 'he relised what 'he had know but not reconnised, a fact 'er dam had blindly mmistaken. This would not be mere school, a petty place where they taught wanna be heros fighting moves and make them fit, this was where the weak and slow witted were separated the strong, not just anyone could pass, cause if you in truth werent good enough to make a true warrior, you would not live. It was learn and be strong or you would die, or worse, be come crippled forever. 'he felt dumb for not regertering that fact right away. But 'he though determindly, nearly getting run over again in 'er distraction, this was not the time to think about that. 'he metally stamped 'er senses awake again to full alert, letting survive instints take control over 'er engery but not 'er mind . Not flight but fight. What could rock do, alter all, except roll near 'er and if 'he was to sdtupid to move....well Narcissa Karn would rather die.
'he began running. 'he leapped over one of the rare tiny boulders, only knee height, and immediately swerved left on landing to avoid another mammoth, beating trhough a large clearing-passageway through the boulders, suddenly stopping short as 'he caught view of the challenge ahead as 'he flew pass a boulder. Three boulders, each nearly touching, to close for 'er to get through or dodge as they went in nearly a straight line. The flicka started left then changed course right as 'he saw a gap next to the thrid boulder. 'he made for it, slightly panicky, not watching 'er step. 'he stumbled on a stone stuck in the earth. 'he scrambled for 'er footing, it seemed all going wrong to Narcissa, the boulders less than half a dozen meters away. 'he lurched for the gap, almost making it through without danger. 'er rump caught on the last boulder, turning 'er mad dash around it into a slide, tripping 'er up once more, this time onto 'er side, 'er dial in the path of another monster. 'he let loose an involintary whinny of panick, throwing 'er dream box and bodice to the heavens , in an effort to get out of it's way, searching for 'er footing once more, swinging 'erself back the way 'he had first faced,only a moment to spare, using the momentem to leap clear of the last of the boulders.
'he stood, shaking with fright, minorly cut and bruised, 'er dial hanging low, pillars slayed, catching 'er breathe, as 'er mind cleared a bit 'er proud heart felt a touch of shame at 'er clumsiness and fear. 'he could barely stand to look up at Dancer, incase 'he saw unavoidable dispointment and mocking in the ivory Princess' facade. But some pride remained to make 'er lift 'er star gazer and straighten to attention 'fore 'er teacher, still quivering and breathing raspy-deep inhales, awaiting whatever came next.