Muddy River — The Shape of Dreams

Her rope-like vine had worked successfully and Buck had tripped in his charge, falling and stumbling down to the ground with a loud crash. The sounds of battle were drawing in the attention of the area with birds and vermin pausing to turn and watch the fight. Instead of letting the water drop, Enya focused on her element, reforming it into a large floating ball of water. She panted through the effort and kept her concentration on her Will, not wanting to let the water escape and be unable to use it again. She had already made a mark on the area and didn't want to make it worse.  While she concentrated, she stared at Buck, watching him carefully to try and predict his next attack. It didn't come - not yet. Caedwyn was too quick to let it happen. As soon as Buck was able to get back onto his hooves, Caedwyn was after him, using his size and strength against Buck's unsteady footing to bring him back down to the ground. The stag grunted as the wind was knocked out of him, and Enya followed suite, feeling her head rocked and her concentration on her Will lost. The ball of water splashed down onto the ground, soaking back into the dry, thirsty soil. Enya shook her head to rid herself of the headache that had spiked and left and turned to refocus on Buck and Caedwyn as the two now tangled and squabbled against the soil.  Regaining her mind, Enya shook off the pain and pressed forward. Caedwyn held Buck by his antler nubs, his head held at an angle. Buck's legs kicked as his body thrashed, trying to shake himself free of the wolf's grasp. Caedwyn was a heavy wolf. It would require a good heave to pull himself free at the current angle. Now was her chance. Now was her time to calm the beast down. If it wouldn't obey her commands, heed her words, then she would treat Buck like the prey he was, remind him that wolves were to be feared, and not hunted.  The viper suddenly dove forward and parted her jaws, reaching down towards the stag's neck. She had told Caedwyn not to harm him, and yet there she was, diving for his throat - the tender underside so conveniently exposed to her. She could play his game. If he wouldn't obey, she would make him obey. She wasn't afraid of pain. Enya wasn't afraid of dying. She'd died before. Maybe dying again was the answer. "Don't let go, no matter what happens, ok? Trust me." she quickly told Caedwyn through a pleading tone before she finished her dive. If she missed, or if Buck was able to climb back to his feet, it could mean disaster.  Enya: 6/8 Attack: Reaches to grab and hold Buck's throat while he is on the ground Success: Holds her grip on Buck's throat firm enough where if he struggles, it will inflict significant pain to both Buck and Enya Failure: Goes to grab for Buck's throat but he is able to twist his nose to block her attempt.  "Speech."