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05-15-2015, 02:07 PM
Grrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Fatty, fat, mc. fattison, fatser, fatterooni!
The gagging this mare made pleased Astrasza, still there was no appreciation to being sat on. Granted, she'd felt the mare try to get up, and she'd prevented that. But she shouldn't even be in this situation in the first place!
Munch
Astra bit down a little harder, her ears flat against her skull.
She tried to roll over, to get her legs underneath herself so that she could get up. But nothing was working. Alas she was forced to release the mare's throat from her hold, at some point she stopped caring anyways. They were both on the ground, in the soft sand. Astra's legs hung limply to one side, her tail scattered in a mess across the sand. Her injured left wing sprawled out over the ground, while her other wing hovered over the ground, falling back behind her shoulders in a lazy shrug.
She wasn't sure which part was more uncomfortable, looking up to see a stranger's chin looming over her or the burning sting in her left wing. Her jaw hung open slightly, she no longer tasted blood, but the dull aching wasn't going away for a while now.
Still, she can't let fatty think she's won. She has to convince this bitch that she's messed with the wrong peggy, even though she's on the ground. Astra puts on a tough act, trying to make it look better than what it really is.
"You've got some fuckin' nerve, fatty! Some fuckin' nerve! What business you got attacking strangers in a place like this?" Astra growled at the mare.
fuck this shit's hard, why'd fatty have to come picking a fight? What was there to gain? Nothing but cuts and bruises.
"You think you're a fuckin' champion or something? Or maybe you're out lookin' for small creatures to bully." The words flew from her mouth without much thought to them, she didn't even hear herself speaking them.
@[Roskuld]
Fatty, fat, mc. fattison, fatser, fatterooni!
The gagging this mare made pleased Astrasza, still there was no appreciation to being sat on. Granted, she'd felt the mare try to get up, and she'd prevented that. But she shouldn't even be in this situation in the first place!
Munch
Astra bit down a little harder, her ears flat against her skull.
She tried to roll over, to get her legs underneath herself so that she could get up. But nothing was working. Alas she was forced to release the mare's throat from her hold, at some point she stopped caring anyways. They were both on the ground, in the soft sand. Astra's legs hung limply to one side, her tail scattered in a mess across the sand. Her injured left wing sprawled out over the ground, while her other wing hovered over the ground, falling back behind her shoulders in a lazy shrug.
She wasn't sure which part was more uncomfortable, looking up to see a stranger's chin looming over her or the burning sting in her left wing. Her jaw hung open slightly, she no longer tasted blood, but the dull aching wasn't going away for a while now.
Still, she can't let fatty think she's won. She has to convince this bitch that she's messed with the wrong peggy, even though she's on the ground. Astra puts on a tough act, trying to make it look better than what it really is.
"You've got some fuckin' nerve, fatty! Some fuckin' nerve! What business you got attacking strangers in a place like this?" Astra growled at the mare.
fuck this shit's hard, why'd fatty have to come picking a fight? What was there to gain? Nothing but cuts and bruises.
"You think you're a fuckin' champion or something? Or maybe you're out lookin' for small creatures to bully." The words flew from her mouth without much thought to them, she didn't even hear herself speaking them.
@[Roskuld]
