Thrills and Spills

[JUDGED] Thrills and Spills | Dröm

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Hidden Account atk: 7 | def: 10.5 | dam: 3

Mare :: Equine :: 14.3hh :: 5 HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE

baylee

12-30-2014, 01:14 AM

Dröm

the Raconteur

The clouds are churlish and kraken-cruel. They cough out great gouts of water and thunking balloons of sopping moisture. The spring sky should be fragile, blue, with clouds that are angel-white. Yet, today the sky was dark and vengeful. Steaming shrouds of pall coil and writhe in the sky, blocking out the divine light of the sun. The wind whips up into frenzy, screeching in her ears. To her, the rain is the nectar of the gods, her god specifically (the Earth God, that is), and the serum of the sky. She is no ancient mariner, yet she understands the importance of nature’s bounty. The spring rains are here, but the Storyteller fails to see how these Birdsong rains are as sinless and glistening as an angel’s tears, like they were at her old home. Though this seemed to be one bad storm, she wondered how the tears of the sky were gentler in her home, a place of mass destruction and murder. The cold air stings her fragile eyes, but she dares not take them off of her russet opponent. She lets her tongue hang out of velvet lips for a moment, hoping the rain will wash the metallic tasting crimson liquid out of her mouth. This taste, she hated it, but would ignore her own displeasure, so that she may focus on the spar, as that was the most important currently happening event right now.

His gargantuan frame is frightful, but she doesn't flinch when he slides to a halt, seemingly inches away from her. In fact, she's always enjoyed closeness, be it in a spar or in slumber, and she certainly doesn't mind when the one that is near her is an attractive (and that's putting it gently) male. Mhm- attractive. She's acepted the fact that he is attractive, but she makes no move to act on this feeling, especially not now. Caramel gaze fixes itself on his large hooves, analyzing and watching his footwork. Could she determine what attack he would plan by watching his huge hooves? Her eyes return to his after having no idea what he was going to do, passing a bloodied shoulder on the way up. Usually calm eyes gleam with the pride of a solid attack, though her maw is not curved in a smile. Nay, it is set in a line. The only view into her mind, her thoughts, her emotions were her eyes. Would the copper man spare a glimpse into ebony pupils that danced with emotion so clear, it was maddening?

There was no time to stand and view the world in philosophical manner like she might on a regular day. The titan spoke, his voice echoing in the mare's mind. "No need to apologize, stranger," She doesn't know his name, thus she refers to him as stranger. "I was the one asking for a spar." She said kindly, her voice returning to it's natural sound. However, she speaks louder know, hoping her dulcet chords will finally be heard easily. She debates whether she should say one last thing, but the tawny stud decides for her. The answer? No more talkin. He halfway lifts himself, and she assumes he is turning around, planning to buck out at her. However, this was not his plan at all. It was sheer luck the mare evaded his attack by moving backwards about five or so steps. She'd only moved back to evade getting kicked by muscular hind legs, though backing up also saved her from being whacked by huge wings. There was nothing but a few extra drops of water that were flung at her by a fire-flecked wing that had been soaked thoroughly. His longer feathers at the tips of his wings grew rather close to her whiskered snout. In a flash of movement, she stretches her muzzle forward, jaw widening as she tries to bite any part of his wing that passes she can. She bores forwards, hoping to ram her supple frame into any part of him. Her lids flutter shut, bracing for impact that she hopes will come. Was it a bad idea to close her eyes? Probably. Does she care? Probably not. It's the way she fights, and the world will just have to deal with it.

"talk talk talk"
OOC: wordcount: 710
Attack: #2/3 :: backs up, evading his attack. tries to bite&ram herself into him or the wing he tried to hit her with, shutting her eyes in the process.
Notes: <3

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