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03-12-2015, 07:35 PM
White December
She was in a foul mood, the heat slicking her ivory sides and causing slate grey feathers to cling to her thick limbs as if their lives depended on it. She was slow in her pacing, but there was a fire in her eyes as she was determined to get this up and over with. It had been made clear to her that by the end of this wretched season she would need to sharpen her fighting skills, to prove she was a worthy warrior. So here she was, standing in the middle of some meadow somewhere, surrounded by thistles that pricked her hide and swept her deeper into a whirlwind of annoyance and tiredness. Shutting steel eyes she took in a deep breath, letting the summer heat fill her nares and large lungs, before releasing it out in an aggravated huff, reopening her gaze to look out around her in search of an opponent. Surely someone else was in the mood to fight; she couldn't be the only one in need of filling a quota. Besides that, her hooves itched to pound into someone's side, to tussle with someone who could handle her massive weight and larger build, even if she wasn't as tall as some of the other equines here.
She longed to get her adrenaline pumping, to get her heart racing and for more sweat to pour down her coat, just for the sake of feeling something besides the intense emotions that often plagued her in the lonely hours of the night. She had to stop herself, arching her neck and tossing her head briefly, clicking her teeth together as it to chide herself for letting her mind get carried away. Now was not the time to look back at her inner demons, or to reflect on all the things she didn't have. She had come here for a mission, one she had every intention of completing whether or not she came out on top. She wasn't doing this for her per say, but simply just to get everyone off her ass about it in the first place. Though the entire experience would most likely be thrilling to her, it still was not enough motivation for her to actively seek out a fight. That's where the added push from her herd came in. Oh well, anything to get them to shut up.
"Speech"
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Thought
{WC: 395
Tag: @[Bucephalus]
OOC: Setting: Thistle Meadow; blistering hot day. Thistles are abundant and obnoxious to deal with.
Forgive the crap post, standard sparring rules apply.}
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