His hooves dig into Ashamin's withers, drawing blood and pushing him to the ground, but not before he throws his legs out, hitting Caleb on his underbelly, only missing his family jewels by a few inches. Though Ashamin's hooves did not hit Caleb's manhood, the solid kick is still painful, induces a throb equal to the previous throb that had surfaced on his left thigh, where Ashamin's forehooves had struck him. Though Caleb hadn't been lacerated, stabbed, maimed, the bruises that were quickly forming still hurt. Ashamin's hooves did not draw blood, but did manage to strip some ebony fur from where the tips of his cloven hooves dug in, exposing his ebony skin. The sting from fur being taken off and bruises forming is a most unusual sensation, the sting biting at him and the throb pulsing like a heart when it pushes blood along.
Caleb uses Ashamin as a sort of push-off, pushing himself back into the air, wings unfolding as he glides forward to slowly descend back onto the ground peacefully. Once he is firmly planted on the ground once more, he spins towards where he believes Ashamin to be, to see the painted stag struggling. Pinned ears flick forwards as he shuffles closer, cautious but worried. Ashamin begins to stand and Caleb lurches backwards, recoiling away in case Ashamin attacks, his mind wired to do so, never dropping his guard. Then Ashamin's voice rips into the open air and Caleb stands still, ears twisting maniacally on his cranium to listen to Ashamin and his surroundings, to hear if Thranduil was near, listening, but to also listen to what his opponent was saying. Calm yourself, Caleb! I am not your enemy. For the first time in a long time, that was true. Ashamin wasn't an enemy, but Caleb was used to only fighting enemies, he wasn't prepared to take things nice and slow, he wanted to dive for his jugular and end this, but he couldn't. Ashamin is a brethren now, a comrade, family. This was all strange for Caleb, and he wasn't too sure of this, but he would learn with time and age. The young stallion is not all-knowing, he doesn't know this, never had anyone to really teach him. "I, uh- I..." he stuttered, not too sure on how to go about this. With each second of rest, he could feel his energy slowly start to replenish, slowly begin to feel the throbbing aches fade to just aches. The sting of hair being pulled out faded slightly too, but it was still there, the cold air dancing across the small patches of naked skin. It made that one tiny spot cold, sent chills up and down his spine. Caleb had never had a bald-spot before. "My apologies, I got.. uhm-" His eyes shift to the side for a second before shifting back to Ashamin. "a little carried away." A cheesy, apologetic, grin painted his maw as he looked at Ashamin. What now? How would he attack now? Attacking after being somewhat scolded... is excruciatingly awkward. He could hear Henrietta's barking laugh in his mind, and it just made it that much more awkward for him, and even though she would still seem silent to Ashamin and Lochan, Caleb could hear her through their connection, feel her finding humor in this foreign situation. Ashamin has made the beast stutter. The beast never stutters. "I'll calm down now." He nods, furthering his point. His cheesy grin fades as he tries to get back into a pumped, less angry, sparring mood.
As calmly, coolly, and collectedly as possible, Caleb simply tries to walk up to Ashamin, nothing but a simple walk. He tries to get very close, to get as close as two lovers in the Grove would. He said he would tone it down, and he has- too much. With Caleb it's all or nothing, a most unfortunate trait most younglings carry, Caleb is not immune to youth, and thus, he is only has the extremes. Hoping he is close enough, he slowly, albeit awkwardly, moves his snout outwards, trying to reach for Ashamin's right shoulder (Ashamin's left). His mouth slowly opens, and everything moves quickly from calm to heated once again as Caleb's jaw searches for Ashamin's shoulder, to latch on and tear skin from it- to rip his dual-toned fur from his Wise One skeleton. Could Caleb have been more obvious? No, he couldn't have, but perhaps he was too obvious. Will Ashamin think he was giving a sort of apologetic gesture than feel lied to when he feels Caleb's teeth dig into him, or will he see it all coming and duck away? A most peculiar predicament.
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ooc attack 3/3 784 wc
caleb takes a hit to the underbelly, causes bruises and very small sections of hair to be stripped away. then proceeds to somewhat apologize and becomes very obvious with his attack, moving towards ashamin head-on and slowly reaching for ashamin's shoulder than in a burst of energy trying to bite it (side note: caleb's such a dork xD <33)
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[JUDGED] Man Up, Lose the Sidekick [ASHAMIN VERSUS CALEB SPAR]
