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One and the Same - December - 03-12-2015 White December She was in a foul mood, the heat slicking her ivory sides and causing slate grey feathers to cling to her thick limbs as if their lives depended on it. She was slow in her pacing, but there was a fire in her eyes as she was determined to get this up and over with. It had been made clear to her that by the end of this wretched season she would need to sharpen her fighting skills, to prove she was a worthy warrior. So here she was, standing in the middle of some meadow somewhere, surrounded by thistles that pricked her hide and swept her deeper into a whirlwind of annoyance and tiredness. Shutting steel eyes she took in a deep breath, letting the summer heat fill her nares and large lungs, before releasing it out in an aggravated huff, reopening her gaze to look out around her in search of an opponent. Surely someone else was in the mood to fight; she couldn't be the only one in need of filling a quota. Besides that, her hooves itched to pound into someone's side, to tussle with someone who could handle her massive weight and larger build, even if she wasn't as tall as some of the other equines here. She longed to get her adrenaline pumping, to get her heart racing and for more sweat to pour down her coat, just for the sake of feeling something besides the intense emotions that often plagued her in the lonely hours of the night. She had to stop herself, arching her neck and tossing her head briefly, clicking her teeth together as it to chide herself for letting her mind get carried away. Now was not the time to look back at her inner demons, or to reflect on all the things she didn't have. She had come here for a mission, one she had every intention of completing whether or not she came out on top. She wasn't doing this for her per say, but simply just to get everyone off her ass about it in the first place. Though the entire experience would most likely be thrilling to her, it still was not enough motivation for her to actively seek out a fight. That's where the added push from her herd came in. Oh well, anything to get them to shut up. "Speech" Text Thought {WC: 395 RE: One and the Same - Bucephalus - 03-12-2015
RE: One and the Same - December - 03-12-2015 White December There in the distance, a prayer answered; if she had prayed at all. Laced in gold with wings adorning his back, the brute made his approach, clearly not pleased with the thistles as well. They left her skin irritated, mouth longing to rip them from their places nestled into her coat to relieve the itch that plagued her mind. There wasn't time for that now; it was time to kick some ass. He had come looking for a fight, and it was fight she was going to give. In his eyes she could see it; the burning passion to thrust themselves into the throes of battle, to tear at each other's flesh and sink hooves into delicate muscles, and that thought excited her a little, made her want to just charge him now and tear at one of those gaudy wings on his back. He was a little feminine, gold spots accenting his inky form, and unlike her thicker stature he was more lithe, shorter than she but mostly likely a lot faster. It didn't matter; she had sheer force on her side, able to plow through quite a lot before she tired. She would have to test just how far she could go on this poor guy. His words seemed to be mocking, at least that's how she took them in this sweltering day where her body was tired of the heat and her patience was nonexistent. Snorting, a glare gleamed in her eyes, smoky lips pulling back to reveal her white chompers, snarling in her lower tone with a sudden ferocity, "Fight me bro." She had heard someone else say that once, but it had sounded much cooler falling from their lips than her own. From her it sounded awkward, like she was an older adult trying to be hip with all the younger generations, so desperate to fit in despite her obviously being dated. Well, she wouldn't be saying that again. Suddenly that pretty little necklace around his neck she assumed to just be a meaningless accessory began to grow, engulfing him in dark metal and shielding his body, leaving very little of him available for her to rip into. How annoying. The guy couldn't even fight without some sort of protection, and it was quite the protection. Horns stuck out the top of the helmet, and scale-like pieces overlapped each other; providing a tougher skin than his own. Not to mention more armor over his knees and hocks. The visual reminded her of a mother sending her child out on a skateboard with bubble wrap all over them. Snorting, she rethought her battle plan briefly. Looking him over for any available spots of weakness, she searched for anything that she could injure without hurting herself. Suddenly she burst forward, muscles rippling beneath her large haunches as she lurched in his direction, teeth still bared and jaws parting in an attempt to close down on flesh. She had aimed for his right ear, curving her body to the right as she did so but keeping her skull close, stretching her neck out as far as she could so that she might happen to clamp down on the appendage. She only hoped that she wouldn't scrape against that armor of his. Should she hit, she would try and tug, not hard enough to rip the thing off mind you, but to make sure that fucker was sore for the next few days. She continued to run past him, carrying herself a few feet away and turning, making sure he was never out of sight; never in a blind spot should he try something funny. He may be smaller, and most likely a little more fragile, his build gave him flexibility and speed, something she was never quite good at. He was the hare, and she the tortoise, but everyone knew who won in that fable. She lowered her head defensively, dials buried in an abundance of tangled mane, and teeth still bared, her limbs slightly splayed so she was planted firmly on the ground, ready to bear any hit he might give. She would be prepared, no matter what he threw her way, she would take it head on and throw him to the ground like the little scrap he was. She may not be very experienced in the ways of fighting, but she was certainly confident in her own strength, knowing just how much she could handle, and what sent her past her breaking point. This man, whoever he was, certainly wasn't going to be pushing any limits today. "Speech" Text Thought {WC: 762 according to Microsoft Word 2007 RE: One and the Same - Bucephalus - 03-14-2015
RE: One and the Same - December - 03-14-2015 White December The feeling of gnashers clashing together was dissatisfying; a low growl erupting from her vocals at the fact she had missed her target. She would make him pay, but that had to wait because suddenly he was jerking up, daggers upon his helm aimed for her vulnerable neck and jaw. On instinct she recoiled, eyes widening in sudden surprise at the tactic, the sound of the metal whooshing past her causing her ears to ring. It had been inches from her, way too close of a call for her liking. As she was moving he was back again, lashing out with hind hooves in an attempt to mar her pure hide, only for air to be their landing point. She had felt the rush of them near her rump, could have reached out and touched the blades on his armor if she had dared, and this left adrenaline pumping through her aggressively. She would have to rethink; the armor had surprised her and caught her off guard, leaving her to foolishly charge. She hadn't learned any battle tactics, didn't know how they were supposed to fight because she had never saw the need to before now. Becoming a protector of her land had changed that, and now she contemplated if she had made the right decision. If this was what she had to endure, just for the sake of enduring and not for any purpose, then she might as well quit. She wasn't going to fucking waste her time unintentionally hurting herself when she could be doing much more important things. She didn't have time to further think on this thought, before the dark horse was sweeping out a lavish wing, mocking her and shooting insults. Her ears flattened, neck arching and nostrils flaring in distaste at his audacity. He wasn't intimidating, just lucky he had fucking body armor. How cocky would he be if the clunky metal was no longer shielding delicate skin? Narrowing her eyes she pawed the earth, tossing her mane entangled with thistles that continued to swarm her fur, a low growl escaping her, "You wouldn't be acting so high and mighty with that armor off. Did mommy remind you to bring it after combing your hair? Or was it after you and she finished your pedicures?" Two could play the mocking game, and although December often found words to not be as of much use as actions, she couldn't help but love the satisfaction she felt when the words slipped from her fluidly. The man was feminine, and even his bulky costume couldn't hide that. They were at a standstill now, trying to figure out just who was going to go next. She assumed she would, because the louse didn't seem to have much courage behind that silver tongue of his. He was all bark and no bite, which only helped her in the long run. Her eyes slowly moved around him, studying his areas of weakness; before working herself forward again. It took her time to get moving, the momentum of her build too large to shift so swiftly, but once it was going it could hit like a truck. Eyes gleamed with determination and she snarled, heading right for his right wing. Her teeth were out again; snapping hungrily as if she were ready to strike, but she had other thoughts in her head. As soon as she was equidistant to his shoulder; she abruptly turned, using massive skull as a battering ram in an attempt to shove right into his wing joint. She wasn't very familiar with the anatomy of the Pegasus, but she figured that if she gave his wing a good beating at the base, it would at least hinder flight if not anything worse. Head began to pull back from the momentum as she rotated herself on her front hooves, moving to the left where her hind hooves lashed out, attempting to get a good kick into his right flank despite the armor being in her way. As she did so thistles flew everywhere, littering her feathers and matte coat like a bunch of lavender polka dots on an ivory canvas. She would have to do a hell of a lot of grooming to get them all out. "Speech" Text Thought {WC: 710 according to Microsoft Word RE: One and the Same - Bucephalus - 03-26-2015
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