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10-06-2015, 10:59 PM
Her fiery, flirtatious words have the desired effect on the hulking, bleeding stallion. Despite him suspecting her intent to distract him, he still cannot help the images that eagerly flash through his lust-driven mind. A flagged, black tail teasingly waving before him. Her glistening white coat darkened to silver with sweat beneath his gripping forelimbs. Sweat and blood and grunts filling the clearing. It was an enticing diversion, to be certain. And extraordinarily engrossing. These images fly through his head, just as his attack flies through the air— entirely missing Nyx. Damn. He snorts in consternation. This agile nymph is a sexual mass of frustration for the stallion. He pins his black-rimmed ears flush with his skull. “I’m not so sure—” CRACK— his jesting response to her debauched banter was cut off in a rush of breath and a breathless groan. Her well-aimed, double-barreled kick hit its mark with excruciating precision. The low crack that split the air as her onyx hooves connected with his side had to have been one of his ribs. Though they were thick slabs of rigid bone, her earlier horn slash and contusing impact must have created a weak spot in one of their lengths. His right knee buckled as the air fled his right lungs. His great head lowered slightly in response to the lack of oxygen in his chest. But his left foreleg stayed locked, trembling slightly beneath his weight and shock of breathlessness. The lightly shaking leg was the only thing that kept the elephant from crashing to his knees. He was somewhat surprised that it held, for it seemed that the rest of his combat training had left him. Too much time schmoozing for his revenge in Dorobo and crafting things here in Helovia had made him rusty in battle. Thick nostrils flare as they tried to shove air into his battered chest. Battered physically as well as emotionally, now. Though his muscles scream for oxygen, the cracked bone protested painfully against the expansion of his chest wall. Shaking his head slightly, he stiffly swung his right side away from the mare, exposing only his left side to her. He would have to be careful in his next attack— he wasn’t sure his right side would hold up to another hit like that. Azure eyes, now clear of lust in the face of the pain shooting through him, clearly assess the (mighty fine— so maybe not entirely free of lust) haunches of Nyx that are exposed to him as she lands from her vicious kick. Her hind end, given the state of his right side, was not a good place to attack. Well, perhaps attack at a later time with different intentions. But, in the current moment, his battle expertise was not warranted there. And his chest and front end were rather ragged too. It was time to use his own, amply powerful haunches. So, lacking the speed he had during the beginning of the fight, he continued his turn on the forehand. His robust, towering rump bunches tightly, muscles straining against the black and barred hide. Then he releases, like a cannon, all the energy coiled in the sinew. Back hooves fly out out towards the ivory and onyx warrior. He does not hold back— mainly because he does not know if his attack will hit (and his right side aches). Though one thing is for certain: the cold ache in his heart and burning shame he had felt when Rexanna had rejected the Edge (and, by proxy, him) was mitigated. This battle of wills, of lust, of wicked ways had diverted his attention away from the myriad of emotions. It had allowed perspective and clarity to enter his chest. And libido to run rampant in his barrel and mind. This was baffling and illuminating all at once. The hurt from before bwas but a rain cloud over the raging inferno of battle-lust. These thoughts swirl, muted and buried beneath the salacious thirst that bathes the glen. A thirst that cannot be quenched by the water Nyx lands in. He braces himself for the impact of his hooves hitting either the mare or the ground. Either will hurt his right side. |
- table by Niki -
@Nyx
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Summary: Her kick cracks a rib. He spins an tries to double-barrel her back.
WC: 705
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