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04-17-2014, 02:08 PM
Get back together when it's torn apart?
'Mother,' I glanced down at the jaguar, lowering my head to bump my maw against her forehead as I always did when she called me that. It was something about that word that made me warm inside. "What is it, Dezba?" 'Hungry.' "Go hunt then. I'll find you later." I smiled at her before she turned and disappeared into the woods. We had just returned from one of the small ponds, where I had tried to scrub off all of the raggy fur that had kept my black bodice warm during the cold winter. There were still patches on my stomach and back of my hind legs, but most of it was gone and revealed a coat black as the night covered in perfectly lined, white markings. I continued to walk with my head hanging low, grasping small patches of newly grown grass on the way. The high sun warmed my back and I felt it's energy flowing through me. All of the ache that had terrorized my bones was gone, and the wounds I had carried were merely scabs while the flesh was healing underneath. Calmly I glanced ahead, and my head rose fast when I saw my painted leader in front of me. I had entered a soil-covered glade with no "roof" and there wasn't a single cloud to protect me from the heat.
One thing I can assure you: Black coats becomes terribly hot in the sun.
"Midas?" I took a step closer to the dancing stallion - what was he doing? - and when I was maybe one horselength away from him, I tilted my head. "What are you doing?" The dance he was doing looked like he was stretching his muscles, which reminded me of my own. Last time I had fought, it had been against nomadic horses - but that was in defense. I mostly fought because I had to defend myself or my family.
"Wanna train some?" I smirked, gazing over the pegasus and whipped my tail against my hindlegs before I took a step back from him. I felt a need to draw some blood - it didn't matter if it was my own or his, I just felt like doing it.
"Talking."
ooc: -
wordcount: 366
tags: @[Midas]
attack: 0/3, -
defense: -
One thing I can assure you: Black coats becomes terribly hot in the sun.
"Midas?" I took a step closer to the dancing stallion - what was he doing? - and when I was maybe one horselength away from him, I tilted my head. "What are you doing?" The dance he was doing looked like he was stretching his muscles, which reminded me of my own. Last time I had fought, it had been against nomadic horses - but that was in defense. I mostly fought because I had to defend myself or my family.
"Wanna train some?" I smirked, gazing over the pegasus and whipped my tail against my hindlegs before I took a step back from him. I felt a need to draw some blood - it didn't matter if it was my own or his, I just felt like doing it.
"Talking."
ooc: -
wordcount: 366
tags: @[Midas]
attack: 0/3, -
defense: -
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