[thebattlefornothing] -- Escuro

[it was then that she began to wonder what, exactly, she was fighting for . she didn't care about this land or any other she passed through . heck, she didn't even notice when she passed through some of them . her mind turned instinctively to the crimson steed . where was he, during this fight, to help the other steed overpower her, as she had expected that he would? . instead, he was absent, and she wondered . in that split second that her attention was not upon the real, unimaginary steed before her . as his ivories grazed her bulk, she returned to reality and spun away, though she was unable to allay the damage already done . a crimson river began to wind its path down her sinewy quarters, yet she ignored it, it was something she had seen before . she was ready for the next one, and it came with only a small touch, a deflection of the possible costs to her, only a sting that was invisible, simply a short-lived pain . she remained in tune with the world of reality, for once, and backed away, remaining just out of distance]

[her mind whirled, but this time it was with thoughts of battle and opportunities . seeing her first one, she darted forth, her forelimbs looking to batter the other's chest and barrel, a big target she had left for herself, because accuracy was never a sure thing in these situations . as she moved to stand upon all fours again, she was simultaneously lunging forth, her dents opened and searching for his shoulder . doing what she could, she backed once more to a safe distance, attempting to stay on guard]