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The activities began like the flurries that characterized the season. Everything started innocuously enough. The two mares galloped towards each other, both evidently craving the meaningless destruction of another equine - any other equine, formalities be damned. It registered somewhere in Moniz’s mind that she could not keep up this frantic pace in the limb-clutching snow; that she would have to use her agility to make well-timed maneuvers rather than simply running like a hamster on its wheel. But as she charged to meet the galloping gray, she granted herself permission to enjoy the small pleasure of an opened stride. There was nowhere to run in the Sanctuary, and even though Moniz didn’t particularly care for running, she enjoyed having the option.
Two massive bodies launched themselves out of the snow. It always seemed incredible that half-ton grazing animals could take to the skies so easily, and this was no less true as these forms met. Moniz felt her cold teeth connect with the mare’s warm coat, pulling against the sweet spot where skin and mane joined. The other horse began to topple precariously and Moniz quickly congratulated herself. I am a damn champion. I barely gave her a love bite and already she’s getting ready to faceplant. Champion.
It turns out Moniz was too hasty with her eagerness to start throwing confetti and handing out “MONIZ IS #1” party hats. On the way down, the dappled mare somehow contorted herself enough to bring her own teeth into the pony’s flat mutton withers. Moniz’s thick black mane trailed over her withers in a mess of frizz, and it was the sharp sting of these hairs being yanked from their roots that alerted her something had gone amiss. The teeth closed around the thick fat that padded her withers, and Moniz felt the pounding throb that promised a swollen bruise in some minutes. She grimaced as she finally brought her front legs back to the earth, the jarring frozen ground sending bolts of pain up from her hooves to the point where she had taken the attack.
Moniz began lustily cussing out this Spanish fighter in her mind, distracted by her annoyance that this bitch dared to bite her. Moniz was lucky: a moment’s distraction can spell sure defeat, but the other mare was busy sliding around through the snow, wasting her breath with trash talk. The voice brought her back to the moment. Don’t hate this bitch. Fucking beat her. But she growled only, “Shut up and fight,” as the mare took off, charging towards her like a jousting horse approaching a target.
Running and jumping in the thick snow had quickly begun to deplete Moniz’s stamina, so she simply stood, letting the other mare run straight towards her. She braced her stout legs under her short body, readying her balance and anticipating the impact. With the heavy snow piled around her legs and her low center of gravity, Moniz knew as long as she was not hit head on, she could keep her balance. I’m a balancing rockstar. She was. The larger horse’s body breezed past her and knocked into her side, but short and fat makes for a hard creature to topple and Moniz only needed to rock her bulk to her opposite side to stay up. Ha! Idiot. Moniz berated the younger mare. But again, her celebration was premature.
When will she ever learn?
The teeth closed around the back of Moniz’s left hock and she could not help but yelp as the pain migrated from withers to tendon. She felt blood quickly begin trickling down her leg and the sharp sting of the cold snow rubbing into the open wound. She did not know the snow would soothe the inflammation. All she knew was that it hurt like a sonofabitch.
Meanwhile, the dappled mare continued darting through the snow. She approached from a plenty visible perpendicular angle. Moniz roared, a primal sound that ripped from her gut. Not this time. The mare drew within a stride of the pony’s ample midsection, and Moniz promptly swung her hindquarters towards her, keeping most of her weight on her relatively less painful front limbs. As she pivoted in this manner, she extended the uninjured leg with a powerful thrust aimed towards her enemy’s chest and shoulder area.
As the pony’s mangled hind legs hit the ground, she gritted her teeth and wheeled around in the snow to pursue the mare, an enraged terrier going after the rat that had just clawed his nose. Moniz struck a sharp gray hoof towards the other mare’s front knee, hoping her smaller stature would allow her to connect with the more delicate structures of the lower limb. A smile surfaced despite the pain that rattled her small body.
I can fight dirty, too.
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