Never would she become a murderer and find herself in such a predicament as this again. Getting pushed and prodded into a fight, but it was only his words and actions that were getting her going, not actual attacks that she needed to defend herself. Why was his words bothering her so much? The outgoing female never used to get agitated so easily by other creatures, but being out here alone, her nerves had already been on edge. But then, someone was attacking her without anyone to break up the argument, the conditions were total different. There was no doubt in the young mare's mind that this stallion could take her life if he truly wished to, and he could have done it already and she was just the sitting duck. She didn't think though that he so much wanted to kill her. More like she was a play thing for him. Throw her around as he pleased to beat her up, but still leave her living to throw around a little more later. Heck no, it was not happening, she was not going to be used as some toy of amusement to feed his hunger for a fight.

The excuse he gave for targeting her, she saw it very lame, and very stupid. Not that he was stupid per say, for he knew how to talk his way about things, but it was a stupid reason to be a total jerk. It did scare her though more, some male bred in a family that fought, probably trained in a family that fought. It was like her being a twig fighting against a boulder. Analay did not choose to talk herself down so much, but it was unavoidable. Not only was this "Moonchaser" huge and born for fighting, but he had her cornered. He left her few options, and as all these worries weighed more and more on her mind it only caused her to face more and watch him with more intense eyes. She really wanted to scream out for help, but who would hear her cries, and she also couldn't kill her pride with such a wimpish move. She swallowed thickly when he declared that he was done talking and when he untied his ax and held up his javelin, she could have fainted. How unfair of a fight was this?!

No longer would she stand and play prey. Instantly her bow was up, arrow pulled back, and she was letting go. The arrow aimed right at his shoulder, still she would not be a murderer, but it was only a distraction. As soon as the arrow was released, she was turning on her heels and running. Her hooves scratched at the stone as she moved back upstream. Not so much running away, but getting herself out of the corner. With a leap she was back up on the higher riverbed, standing up so now she was at the stallions level from where he had stood before, instead of being looked down upon. An arrow was put onto the taught string and she was ready to stir in case something came flying at her or running for that matter. Her chest heaved in fear, her honey eyes locked on the stallion to try and predict a move from him. He was so unreadable, making her just as uneasy as when she had been cornered between rock and stallion.

It was instinct that acted upon her mind to run, driving her to move away from the threat. She realized as she landed her jump up to higher ground that she had missed what could have been a hit of the javelin to her hind quarters. The sound of the weapon whizzing past her legs just as she jumped and the tip cutting some strands of her tail, caused her to turn around and glare at him. What was he trying to do, kill her?! The weapon found itself lodged into the trunk of a tree, and with a snort she kicked out in a bucking motion, her hooves snapping the tool in two. The mare smirked at the stallion as she stood glaring at him. That was what he was gonna get for throwing things at her, broken toys. He gave her no time though, and another javelin flew out at her, and she jumped once more, but she had reacted to slowly. The tip of the weapon sliced at her back legs, the stick part caught between her legs to cause to flip as it tripped her up. She groaned as she found herself on the ground, her shoulder bleeding from sliding on the harsh forest floor, and her hind leg bleeding from the cut of the javelin.

The stallion had definitely slowed her moving away, but he did not totally immobilize her. Her legs kicked out as she quickly pulled herself to stand, her body shaking as a mare trying to get leaves and the such from her coat and tail. She winced, holding up her back leg as it hurt to put weight on it, feeling as if she had twisted it when she fell. Well, it looked like she wouldn't be running away, and she assumed that was what the stallion had been aiming at. Slowing her, not killing her. Or at least she hoped so. She realized with a scream he charging at her and she shot an arrow at him again, no longer able to show mercy as she aimed for a killer hit, whether to greatly hurt him or at least slow him down immensely. Her only weapon was her bow, yet he was throwing javelin's and coming at her with an axe. She reared, a warning again for him to back on, coming down on his other javelin, causing it to snap, her body staggering as her hing leg wished to give out.

With a last source of ideas she turned and ran, and with a fatal leap of faith, jumped over the stream, barely catching as she landed on the opposite embankment. For a moment she would have felt free and like a flyer, but with a man chasing after her it was not the same feeling. Her legs screamed on pain, and it reflected on her face, but she just wheeled around on her hind and shot again at him. If only he would slow some, equal up the playing field. Here she was, with only one weapon and already injured. He had multiple weapons and had speed and strength to hold over her. As a mare she was very agile and probably could be swifter than the stallion, but with her leg, she wouldn't be able to dash as she would be in a normal situation. Analay's biggest worry was that he was really trying to kill her, and she did not wish to fall as his human victim had. She looked for a strategy, looked for tools of the first to help her, and she smirked as she sought out weak points and strong points for her to use against the opponent. The stallion's eyes burned with the passion of a killer, and that was what she feared the most.

As soon as the luck had come, the luck was gone, and it seemed Analay was very close to meeting her death. As she stood, watching the stallion clear the jump over the stream, she saw her life flash before her eyes. She could see that her minutes left her limited because she had seriously hit the stallion, and instead of slowing him, it only enraged him more to keep coming after her. He struggled at the embankment edge though, and she gasped, lunging to help him, but she screamed as she wheeled back on her heels when the axe flew at her. She had not been close when she lunged to help him, but pulling back on put her back in the target. She lunged again to get out of the way, but it didn't save her from the path of destruction. With the last luck she had, the blade caught her arm, cutting a deep gash, but luckily it missed enough not to take of her arm. The handle in the speed her her arm just after the blade, and she gasped as she fell back, the sickening crunch was the bone was hit hard enough. A definate break.

Analay screamed in pain, grabbing her arm as every nerve in the arm screamed, never had she hurt herself like this. She had twisted her somethings as a filly, but this break was worse than the feeling of the sprain. The blood gushed down the shoulder of one arm from the ground slide, while the other arm was blood covered from the axe cut and already begining to bruise. Her hind was still bleeding, but the pain of the arm made her totally forget the pain of her arm. She tried to run, but in the fury to move away from her attacker her leg caught the log she had intended to jump, faltering again to crash on her groaning legs and with her luck gone, she fell on her screaming arm. Why? Why her, she lay on the ground, trying to pull herself up, but as bruises started to dot her arms and her legs felt the pain of the sprain more, she just wished to lay and rest. Tears streamed her face and her honey eyes were blinded by the tears.

Why her? She hadn't asked to fight, hadn't pushed any buttons on the male to offend him. As she lay on the ground, she pulled herself up onto shaking legs with a last pull. He was right, she was a weak soft hearted mare. As a filly she had been trained to be a loyal herd member and a polite mare, not a fighter. This was a totally knew element. As she whipped her eyes, looking towards the stallion, now able to see, she saw the arrow. Her canister had fallen over her shoulders a few steps back, the arrows scattered about the forest floor. Her hand made bow had snapped in his last fall, and she was left weaponless. When he spoke, she knew he planned to take her life and she swallowed. Well, if he was going to kill her, she would at least die with dignity. The remainder of her strength had been used to stand, but she was able to starighten, looking at him straight in the eyes to accept her faith as he pointed his stocked arrow at her. Her body was bloody, her hair had pieces of bramble as it was pulled over the one shoulder. She looked very much beaten up, not the clean beauty she had been when she had first walked upon the male. She did not speak to him, only glared. She couldn't run, she could only fall again and then he would shoot and kill her. So why not just stand, and stop the pain her body screamed with.

There he was, standing with the bow pointed right at her, and all she saw was her death. He put it away though and she exhaled with a deep sigh of relief. Was he giving her life? Was he done trying to kill her, or did he consider that enough pain to "teach" her the lesson of survival. When he questioned her she had no answer and she closed her eyes for a moment with another sigh of pain, but she felt stupid when she opened her eyes again. He was running at her, his arm felt back and his eyes intent on the arm that was very much broken. Her eyes narrowed and she growled. No, he was not going to put her in more pain for her enjoyment and just to teach her some stupid lesson. She was not some rag doll he could throw around as a play toy. She did not ask to be taken under his wing and taught to survive during her adventures, she planned to meet that fate when it came. And she had hoped it never would.

In the last movement when he moved closer she reared again, the pain of her back leg just something she had to swallow as she kicked out her fore legs in a hope to hit him upside the head. Analay still had no passion to kill, but if she could slow him enough to run, that would be enough to her. She didn't weight when she came back down before she lost balance as she went into a bucking fit, back hooves lashing out with power and might to save herself and keep him away. Her power was gone, all her energy was gone, but she kept on fighting anyways. No matter how tempting it look to go lay in the cool stream under the soft rain. This was not possible though, she was doomed for now and would have to win her freedom back. She stooped and back away, her good side leaning against a tree as she breathed deeply, her chest rising and falling as she gasped for breath and energy.

"Please, just leave me alone. I didn't ask for you "training" so I can survive my adventure,"

Analay gasped and begged, her honey eyes dead. Slowly her knees finally buckled and her side slid down the soft tree to lay on the mossy forest floor, still gasping for breath, her eyes closing. So tired, so hurt.

((For only one year of rping you do very well Irontail.

Little did she know the way that she kicked out at Irontail was enough to make her just a blur to him. She had considered trying to knock him out, but even then she her remorse for hurting him to such an extreme would have made her to run back after she ran away to check on him. The was the difficulty with being soft hearted, but this characteristic was not always bad, and she would argue that. The blob of color to Irontail found herself hugging the tree as she lay on the ground, trying to hold herself up as trickles of tears fell down her cheek as she whimpered over her arm. Never had she felt a pain so...painful, so killer than she just wanted to cry and scream. This truly would do her no good in the long run though, she knew that. She would have to find some cloth and make her own brace, and then next time she moved by a tribe get the healer to fix her up. Which right not she planned her visit to a trbe very soon, sooner than she had had originally planned a few hours ago when the trip to a village was to be quick.

Analay opened her eyes when Irontail spoke, her glassy honey eyes not a harsh glare as before, she just didn't have the energy for such a emotion. Period. She snorted softly at his words, brushing damp strangs of red hair from her face as she looked up towards the man, pleased to see his lip bleeding from her kick, though she did pity him. Good square kicks hurt, she learned that lesson the hard way. The rain fell over her body, cleaning the blood from her rubbed arm and leaking into the deep wound on her broken arm, which reminded her she'd need to get that stitched up. Wincing she leaned, gathering up some natural herbs she found on the forest floor. She broke the plants, and pressed the juices into the wounds, wincing as she did this. She didn't want to move, but she knew she would need to soon, especially if he tried an attack again. She snorted as she looked at her hind legs and slowly pulled them out, forcing herself back up to her hooves before she cramped up.

"I hope you meet a mare when you are looking for a mate who kicks your butt stallion,"

Analay growled, it was the only insult she could conjour up, and even she knew it was lame. Watching his carefully she moved about, picking up her arrow canister and the whole arrows. With saddened eyes she left her broken bow on the forest floor, another expense to add when she went to the village, a new weapon. She sighed at the thought, which meant another journey down to the jewel cave to get some riches to spend with. This stallion was causing her more and more pain the more she thought of just the amount of trouble he was causing. Expenses the worst of it, especially being out of the herd, she couldn't go running home to get a new weapon and care to her wounds under tender hands. No, it was she who would have to take care of herself, but that along with her adventure, and she had been warned about that been many family members when she left.

((This is not going to be a great post, I'm gonna determine that now....))

Everything ached, everything burned, not even the cool rain could wash away and subside the pains. It was there, pinching at her and making her want to lay down, fine a nice patch and lay down. Rest her muscles and wounds. Analay knew that that was both a fowl idea due to the fact that laying down now would only make her muscles ache more when she got up and it was not safe here. She didn't trust this stallion, though she couldn't pin him as a rapist so much, she wouldn't push it past a stallion of his type to tell other stallions there was a lone female traveling the woods or flat out kill her if he tracked her down wherever she settled for a rest. With these thoughts she knew she had a long nights journey away from these lands before both her body and mind could settle for a well needed rest. Plain and simple. It was the life she had chosen though. The risky adventurous life, fending for herself, and dealing with problems herself.

When she finally gathered her things and she spoke what she thought would offend him on her hope he would get beat up by a mare, she froze. She stopped, staring at him in utter shock as he laughed. Laughed at her in total amusement like she was a comedian who had finally hit the punch line. He was cut short by the arrow though and she smirked at that, but when he had it out he was laughing again. Not fake, not insane, not short. Laughing flat out at her and at the comment she made. Did he really find that amusing? She just wanted to slap him because no matter what she said or did to this stallion was doing any justice. When he spoke though, it made her smile some. Love. That was a common ground she could find with this stallion. He was searching for a mare to reach his expectations, just as she hoped to find the stallion who could compete with his yearn for adventure, but still be her lover in the end. She had plenty of stallion friends, but as it came closer to the time where she would be the only mare of her mare friends without a stallion, she needed she find a lover and less friends.

The stallion definitely seemed calmer now, which relaxed her nerves. The atmosphere became awkward as she was allowed time to set her thoughts straight and they were no longer hurting one another or throwing out rude comments. It was awkward because this was not the typical stallion she would remain in the presence of. The young mare eyes flickered to her direction of travel, back into the cave to collect another small bag of jewels, and then her gaze shifted back toward a small village she had passed before entering the forest. To buy food, medical, a new weapon, bathing. Everything sounded so nice right now, and being back in the herd where walking in and everyone of her "family" would rush to her aid was pleasant, but she could not. She could not give in, this was her life, and going back beaten up would only prove the centaurs who didn't think she could survive without the herd right. Her pride for herself and her blood families respect simply could not allow that. She remained silent, gazing out to the woods as she gathered her thoughts.

((My muse totally died Iron, I have no clue what to post....I'm sorry))