| Deceased |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.3 hh :: 15 Years Buff: DANCE |
| Tamme |
08-11-2012, 09:37 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-15-2012, 09:58 PM by Paladin.)
From the dawn of time, to the end of days I will have to run, awayI want to feel the pain, and the bitter taste Of the blood on my lips, again
Paladin's dark ears tipped inward, able to hear a dragon's cry in the distance. His timing was ideal because her dragon was blue. Perhaps Lazulli would have blended in with the daytime sky, but not against the orange and red hues of the setting sun. The stallion knew of dragons and their remarkable abilities, and he did not want to get caught making a stupid mistake. His opponent's white figure appears before him and realizes his challenge, and the stallion listens carefully. Paladin was many things, but disrespectful was not one of them. The sun behind her silhouetted her figure in a halo of light, and he squinted in the brightness; he had expected her to come from another direction.
"Greatness is measured in different ways," he responded cryptically, but he found her punishment fair. He accepted the possible repercussions of his actions and nodded once, the gesture short and simple. The stallion from the Tides was used to this terrain as he was many others. On his beach, the sands made him strong, but the entrance to Ultima was a rocky pathway that had strengthened his solid hooves. Dorngarrow had prepared him for the heat, as the fires of his father never dimmed or died. Fighting Gossamer would be strange, however, because her figure was about as flighty as her emotions. Again, Paladin likened her to a deluge, a water fall of emotionality.
Unused to sparring with such a strange mare, he simply waits to see what she will do first. As a trained warrior with many battles under his hooves, he is confident enough in his ability to defend himself; he will simply use this as an opportunity to figure out her fighting style. Gossamer seemed distracted and nervous, two emotions that he knew would ultimate cause her downfall, but something was off. Even at her most frantic with her sensitivity, she was focused, or at least that was what he thought based on his limited interaction with her and Soleil. Also, she was moving slowly - taunting him to take the first move, perhaps?
Crimson eyes narrowed on her musculature, for the angle of her body and the tensing of internal cords would never lie to him. She got close, and he tensed, prepared to react to whatever the pale mare threw his way. The wrinkles on her lips gave away her purpose to bite him, and her back rounded softly as her neck lowered. Ivory fangs dashed out to bite his flesh, but Paladin was ready, and he jumped the front half of his body sideways. He escaped her bite as well as the flash of her tail given that now, the black dun stallion was quite a few feet from her white figure. What Paladin learned was simple: she was sneaky and not straight forward. She would try to trick him into making mistakes or making him believe false realities about her fighting style.
To a warrior, this style of battle was unnerving, and the stallion pinned his ebony ears against his neck. Her figure reminded him of Silverline's with her thicker neck, broad, high set shoulders, and thinner hindquarters. She would be agile, like himself, but he would have an advantage in power and strength. Also, he stood taller than she, but perhaps only by a little. Still, his thinner, warmblood neck would have a greater range than her spanish one. After his mind calculated all of this information, he danced on his hooves in place, never letting his body become content with relaxation; Paladin would always be prepared.
The black dun tossed his crimson and white mane, flashing his white tail. He circled the mare until the sun was setting behind his own dark form. With bared teeth, he lunged forward at the ivory mare, teeth bared and neck arched over. He aimed to catch the top of her crest and force her to the ground, but he assumed also that she would avoid his first attack. Paladin prepared for this by striking out with his front, left leg, aiming to scrape the skin off of her delicate, front left canon. Now, he wished that Smoke had brought her dragon to their spar so that he would be better prepared, but he would wait and see.
[Word Count: (713 words)|(1/4) - Paladin jumps out of the way of her bite and in jumping away, also avoids her flashing tail. He orients himself around her and then lunges forward to bite her crest; expecting her to avoid that, he strikes out to scrape her leg
Also, I dont mind the length, but you may be counted off for it]
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