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You Can Be a Big Pig Too! Oy! [Gr. Champ.- Gaucho] - Oxy - 10-03-2013 I'm. Really. Fucking. High. These words echo in your head as you stand beside a stream in the late morning. The sun overhead brightens the area around you, revealing strangely segregated pairs of horses battling with one another. You know you must be high for two reasons. One- you don't remember how you got to this place at all. You just blinked your eyes and suddenly you were here. Two- you look like a god damn fool. You look back and see a leather strap is tied around your waist and rump, long dried grasses falling down from the strap and surrounding your hind limbs on all sides almost to the ground. They're even rainbow colored. Then you look down to your chest. Two coconut halves are pressed up against your manly pectoral muscles, an intricate series of straps wrapped around your neck and under your limbs keeping them in place. Your signature drug bag is gone from your shoulder. Finally, you look down into the river. Your reflection reveals the source of an annoying rusting in your ears. A beautiful string of flowers is wrapped around your ears and up and down each of your two horns. I'M A HULA GIRL?!? As you step away from the river, a series of insults beings to roll through your brain. You don't say them aloud, but sailors would cover their ears to hear you swear. You curse your drugs for taking you to this strange place, you curse the gods because you can't imagine what you did to anger them and you curse yourself because you must have mixed up your drug plants with something else (you don't usually hallucinate). Then, you find something else to curse. He's big, just like you. He's sturdy, horned and bay. He does have one thing you don't have, though. Wings. It doesn't matter. Hallucination or not, you're still pissed and you're still going to take it out on someone or something. This unlucky, bone-nosed stallion has suddenly become your target. A blood-curling war scream breeches your lips and you watch the bay for a response. He must know what the sound means- he looks like he has more scars than you do. You're impressed- your subconscious has conjured up quite an opponent for you. The desire for blood makes your muscles tremble. The one thing you are glad for is that in your hallucination you don't feel slow, lazy or uncoordinated like you usually do. You feel strong and balanced, ready to make your opponent bleed and add a new color to your rustling skirt. Thank the gods for some kind of break. You don't waste any more time screwing around. You're not about to let bone-nose get away from you- then who would you take all your frustrations out on? You force your big body into a canter and try to head towards your opponents side, the grass skirt beginning to swish around your limbs. Their tickling touch is nothing short of infuriating and your resolve to smash bone-nose to pieces is suddenly redoubled. Your massive hooves strike the ground, taking you closer to your opponent with each step. It doesn't take you more than a second to determine your first specific target. The wings. If the stallion can't fly, he won't be able to escape as quickly, and you need him near you if you're going to beat him bloody. As you close the final step between you and your opponent, you throw your head down, trying to drive your horns into the junction between wing and shoulder. You don't even bother to stop running, your only other goal to crash your... lovely lady lumps into bone-nose's side. Maybe the coconut bra will be good for something after all. Then, you think one more thing you never expected to think during this strange hallucination. Is that a snake? WC: 644 Post: 1/3 @[Gaucho]- I won't tag every time, just wanted to let you know I'd started :) we all look for ways to make the pain go away RE: You Can Be a Big Pig Too! Oy! [Gr. Champ.- Gaucho] - Gaucho - 10-05-2013
RE: You Can Be a Big Pig Too! Oy! [Gr. Champ.- Gaucho] - Oxy - 10-05-2013 As you run towards bone-nose, he rears, wings billowing open. You think he's going to launch into the air, but he doesn't. Instead, he batters the ground mercilessly with his hooves. He leaps to the side to evade you. You expected it and are about it compensate. Then, he does something you don't expect. He throws his foot down to the earth and you shake like a miniature earthquake has hit you. What a cruel hallucination this is, you think, as you begin to feel the familiar unsteadiness of being high on your plants. With the combination of your new-found uncoordinated limbs and the dewy grass, you can't help but slip and slide. Its enough. The stallion escapes unscathed and you continue running on past him like a fool. What a show. In a moment the dizziness passes and in frustration, you growl to yourself and pull your ears down against your head. At least, you try to pull them down. The god-forsaken flowers rustle about around your ears and get in the way. “BWAHH,” you shout unintelligibly to nobody in particular. The sound is overlaid by a squeal out of bone-nose, your hallucinated opponent. Then, you see him out of the corner of your eye. He's turned and he's headed back towards you, his leopard-print cape billowing out behind him. At least you're not the only one who looks like a fool in this stupid dream you're having. He seems to come upon you very fast; your slipping must have cost you more speed than you thought. Just one more reason to be frustrated about this whole, stupid ordeal. For a moment, you wonder if its even worth it to run. After all, this is just a figment of your imagination. Nothing that bone-nose does is really going to hurt you. The thought doesn't give you much comfort, though. Whether the situation is real or not, your emotions are and your missed attack has only served to increase your blood-lust. Unfortunately, your brooding doesn't leave you much time to think about a defense. Besides, his angled form is almost perfect. Even if you were agile enough to kick while running, you could not reach. The stallion comes up beside you and slams into your bony shoulder. His muscular body batters you to the bone and you grunt in displeasure. As the collar of spikes rakes against your flesh, sending a wave of blood down your side and dripping over the straps that hold your coconut bra in place, you know that hallucination or not, the pain is very real. At the very least, you can count one thing a win. Your mass has more-or-less kept you from tripping up too much. Despite the stallion slamming against you, you manage to maintain an almost steady course, though you're thrown to the side slightly. Still, small victories aside, you know you've got to make your next move quickly. If the stallion has time to prepare, he may be able to avoid you again. The hissing of the snake in the stallion's antlers gives you all the motivation you need. You immediately slow your pace to a trot, trying to let bone-nose pass by you. For a second time, you throw your head down, trying to dig your horns into the fleshy junction of wing and shoulder. While you do this, you try to keep a wary eye on his bone-spike collar. It wouldn't do to injure yourself further on the thing. As it is, every step you take gives you a new flash of pain up your shoulder. At almost the same time you throw your head down, you try to copy bone-nose's move. Bracing yourself for the pain you know will come if you make your mark, you throw yourself to the left. You hope to bash your shoulder into the back end of bone-nose's ribs or into his right hip. You imagine that you'll either cause him pain or cause him pain and throw him off balance if you hit. Both options are fine with you. All the while you do this, you try to keep tabs on two things. One- the wings. You're sure they can cause just as much damage or interference on the ground as in the air. Two- the snake. Although it's been firmly rooted in bone-nose's antlers thus far, you don't expect it to stay there. And really, what good is a grass skirt and some flowers against a snake? Stupid hallucination. If you had to dress up, you could have at least been something more menacing. A dragon, perhaps? WC: 766 Post: 2/3 we all look for ways to make the pain go away RE: You Can Be a Big Pig Too! Oy! [Gr. Champ.- Gaucho] - Gaucho - 10-08-2013
RE: You Can Be a Big Pig Too! Oy! [Gr. Champ.- Gaucho] - Oxy - 10-11-2013 As your horns hit their mark, the stallion squeals and you allow yourself a laugh, the gravely sound tainted by blood lust. The crimson liquid staining the end of the black keratin that spirals up to form your horns is exactly what you've been waiting for. Perhaps this hallucination is not so bad after all. You don't get too much time to think about it, though. You've got to deal with the consequences of trying to slam into bone-nose's side. You've hit him well enough- not exactly where you had in mind but you'll take anything. This hallucination has been nothing but cruel to you, although you can't say you mind too much. There's something about a challenge that gets your blood flowing and makes you feel alive. Since it wouldn't do to lose yourself to thought in this moment, you try to keep focused on the fight. It's just strange to have such a clear mind. With every trotting step you've been taking, your left shoulder has been aching in protest. The slam you make into bone-nose doesn't help with that at all. A new flash of pain soars up your shoulder, causing you to wince away to your right. You're lucky. The sidestep saves you from bone-nose's crow-hopping retaliation. It's a move you didn't even think to prepare for. As you run, you begin to give thought to your shoulder and how you can protect it. For starters, you switch back to a canter on the right lead. It helps to distribute some of the weight off the shoulder, reducing the pain of impact felt on each stride. Unfortunately, all of the motion and changing speeds has gotten your panties in a bunch. Literally. Your grass skirt has managed to wrap its away around your legs and tail, twisting about until the waistband is tugging at your hips with each stride. Old drug habits die hard, so you begin to freak out. Even though you're pretty sure this is a dream and nothing here is going to hurt you in real life, you can't help but jig and buck around. Interestingly, your strange dance sends you to the left about the same time that bone-nose starts his pursuit. Using the motion to your advantage, you try to aim one of your childish bucks towards the stallion; it's more a defense than an attack. Of course, the motion doesn't do anything good for your shoulder. Together, your weight and motion tear at your wound, sending a fresh round of blood dripping down and adding to the collection of dirt and grime that already decorates your flesh. Even in your dreams, you can't manage to stay clean. Then, bone-nose does something you never expect; rather, his horns do. You watch with interest and concern as bone-nose conjures three misty eagles from nowhere. You watch as they rise into the air, giving bone-nose just the distraction he needs. As they come towards you, you can't tell if its the flowers in your ears or the sound of their wings that you're hearing. Either way, its disconcerting. As bone-nose reaches out to bite you, you would really like to bite at his face but the crowding birds have you throwing your head about like a fool. With little resistance from you, bone-nose reaches down and tears the bra off. His teeth rake against your skin and the breaking string pulls against your flesh, giving you a bit of rope burn. Otherwise, you're unharmed. 'Thank the gods,' you think, but there is no time for words. As the stallion swings around to buck, you retaliate without hesitation. The pain in your shoulder is increasing and you know you must make your move now. Sucking in a breath and gritting your teeth against the pain you expect, you throw your flank into the stallion's buck. At the same time, you reach down to grab and pull roughly at his cape. Two can play at that game. His hooves hit solid, the bruising extensive and immediate. About simultaneously, you feel talons scraping at your right side and you cringe against both of the pains. You suspect the birds' attack was thrown off by your thrust to the left- the pain of their attack is less than you expected. Still, your lack of defense is not without merit. You intend to use the damp grass and your hopefully unexpected motions to your advantage. The stallion's hooves likely hit sooner than he expected them to. Hardly a second later, you throw your body towards him once more. You hope that he will be significantly unbalanced from the previous two motions you've made. Perhaps, with luck, you may bring him down. You hope this last ditch effort works. It will not come without significant effect on yourself. WC: 799 Post: 3/3 we all look for ways to make the pain go away RE: You Can Be a Big Pig Too! Oy! [Gr. Champ.- Gaucho] - Gaucho - 10-12-2013
RE: You Can Be a Big Pig Too! Oy! [Gr. Champ.- Gaucho] - Oxy - 10-13-2013 GAUCHO CAPE, your thus-far silent hallucination shouts towards you and your ears turn towards the sound, brushing against the god-forsaken flowers you had almost forgotten were there. Immediately you regret grabbing at his stupid, flapping banner. The snake you had almost come to believe was harmless has lashed out at you, digging her teeth firmly into your neck just behind your pole. You throw your head back in pain and frustration, screaming bloody murder. If you had been in a mind to think straight you would laugh at the idea that the snake might come flying off of the stallion's horns. Instead, your mind is filled with thoughts of fire and burning as the venom seeps into your muscles. Everything after that happens almost at once and you have a hard time reconciling what is happening. You feel pain that can hardly compete with that in your neck rushing up your shoulder. You've hit him, somewhere. Good. If the pain isn't enough to distract you, you suddenly find your clothing has become a weapon against yourself. The coconut bra flies dangerously close to your face and you throw your head back and to the side just in time to avoid being hit by the stupid thing. In your knee-jerk reaction, however, you forget to keep a hold of the primitive beast's cape. It is then that you seen the stallion lunging at you, throwing his antlers against you with the fury of the goddess Lyssa herself. Seeing doesn't do you much good if you can't move, though. The sudden appearance of the stallion before you has forced you to an awkward and painful stop. The beaten and bloodied left side of your body is not prepared, in any sense of the word, to push away. You take the full brunt of the attack upon your neck, feeling the familiar rake of keratin on flesh. More tearing, more ripping, more blood. You burn with rage, but something in your head reminds you that you were never meant to win. Your hallucinated opponent had won this battle before you even started because that's how the drugs had wanted it to be. You stop attacking, clearly favoring your left side. The battle was supposed to release some of the rage you felt at wearing this stupid hula outfit. It's done nothing of the sort. You are aware of being both enraged and defeated, a strange juxtaposition of feelings that leaves you grasping for how to respond. Were this real life, you would simply reach down to your right, grab a vine from your bag and chew until the world disappeared. Unfortunately, your bag isn't there and there are no plants to be seen anywhere. Somehow, you're going to have to reconcile these feelings without the aid of drugs and pharmaceuticals. Or, alternatively, you'll have to find a quick way out of this unwanted dream. Gaucho cape, bone-nose spits at you once again and you follow his motions with your eyes. You wince backwards as he thrusts his chest out, concerned he's going to come back at you. Instead he's just showing off the adornments that drape his body and you try to relax. Behind your head, the snake's poison still burns into your muscles and you find your head swimming. Perhaps the poison, painful as it is, will be your escape from this terrible nightmare. “No shit,” you spit out in vehement retort to bone-nose's declaration that you are not, in fact, hand-sum. You want to say something else, but you force the words away. There's no need to act like a loser who can't accept his own defeat. You've been bested by a warrior far your superior. You can't imagine how your brain conjured the beast up; however, despite your rage, you make a solemn vow to try and emulate the thing. Someday, you'll be a hurricane force to be reckoned with as well. WC| 652 Post| Closing Defense we all look for ways to make the pain go away RE: You Can Be a Big Pig Too! Oy! [Gr. Champ.- Gaucho] - Official - 10-18-2013 Gaucho is the winner. No VP is awarded. |