Storms gathering (Africa//Spar)

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[JUDGED] Storms gathering (Africa//Spar)

Africa the Starry-Eyed Posts: 727

Deceased

Mare :: Pegasus :: 16 :: 6 (Tallsun) Buff: NOVICE

Silas :: Common Zephyr :: Roc Riven

11-07-2013, 06:39 PM

Look down
The ground below is crumbling
Look up
The stars are all exploding

The stench of salt intensified incredibly, the nearer she drew the frothing, windblown ocean. Velvety, charcoal-grey nostrils fluttered with excitement as they sucked deeply the cooler air by the coast. Africa had not sparred before, and while her heart was burning with an apprehensive desire to please her competition; the Sultan himself, the young upbeat Pegasus could not quash the feverish enthusiasm, which had all but engulfed her character.

Two battles had she witnessed before this; the first a display of might and power by Midas in the cliffs of Heavenly Fields; the second, a brutal price paid personally, for her own foolish trespass. She knew well that this sort of training exercise was different through- and despite the gentleness of her young soul, she was well and truly committed to bettering her skills should the need for combat ever arise again.

Silas was gliding effortlessly to the one-winged mare’s rear, riding in style the slipstream; brushed by a light spray of golden sand and tendrils of wispy, licking black and crimson tail. He would follow her always, even though his participation on this occasion was unwarranted. The little Zephyr fluttered to find rest on the sand, some distance away from his beloved as she drew to a curt, sliding halt perhaps two lengths down from the familiar black and white stallion, she too pausing by the lapping water’s edge.

Africa greeted the Sultan cheerfully though without speech- as was her natural and untiring way. Above her head, she noted sparing a second’s glance to see, a rim of ominous grey thunderheads expanding; a thick blanket to dim the approach of sunset still further. While thunder roared ferociously overhead and cracking lightning illuminated the beach, Africa settled her focus onto the task at hand, bristling in place (her best idea given the vast lack of experience in this field); and the humble young creature prepared herself for what would follow.

OOC: First spar yikes… hope I wasn't meant to make the first attack.
Attack: (0/3)
Defense: (0/1)

Table Header credits go to baylee.
Pegasus icon lineart credits go to Tamme.

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