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11-27-2015, 11:28 AM
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Gaucho felt the blunt pinching of Colt’s teeth against his neck in accompaniment to all the other ways in which their bodies collided: his spikes entering her neck, his shoulder melding with her own, his teeth finding the thin fold of her ear. He almost couldn’t discern her bite at all from the multitude of other sensory inputs he was currently feeling, were it not for the lingering and dull throb that it left even as their bodies parted. The mare didn’t cry out, even when his teeth crushed the delicate skin of her ear, or as blood began to dribble out of the wounds his spikes had inflicted. Gaucho wasn’t sure if it was more invisible magic on her part, or if she was simply too tired. But then as she spoke, her words sounding like a defeated growl, Gaucho understood. Had she really thought she could best him? Was she only learning just now the inevitable course of failure she had put herself on? To think she could steal from him and his own, and then when that failed, that she could best him? The spit that flew from her lips assured the Wildfire that indeed, she thought she could. And now she thought she could just run away? Gaucho’s body pivoted after Colt’s wanting to stop the mare dead in her tracks. Fire rose from his wings, ready to encircle her and bring her to her knees once and for all. However the attack never came - Colt’s hooves struck the Wildfire squarely on his chest, sending a ricochet of pain outwards and upwards. The dun grunted harshly as the air was knocked out of his chest. He hadn’t expected such retaliation from her - but then again, the attacks of the desperate and close to death were often the most effective. After all, they had nothing to lose. As her body distanced itself from his, Gaucho grit his teeth together. That her attack had prevented his own was no matter - there was no where that her tired and tattered body could go that his couldn’t follow. "Not going anywhere." Gaucho snarled, forcing himself into a wide-strided canter after her. The pain that thundered through the blue-stripped muscles of his chest was manageable, but annoying. Gaucho wast not necessarily a poor sport, but that the mare had gotten in one last hit before he ended this once and for all, was more than a little frustrating. He had been sloppy, and she successful. It wasn't a combination that he had anticipated. "You not try to steal from Dragon's Throat and then just run away." The dun's black ears were flat against his skull. Even in victory, his point had not been made. Not until the mare made up for what she had tried to do. "ZENOBIA-" He called over his shoulder. "This mare owe you apology." Set on the Helovia-shores of the Dragon’s Throat (Since Zeno’s last thread was in the Throat, I thought that this made the most sense). Dusk - Tallsun. Challenge to make @Colt DT prisoner Closing defense Summary: Her bite lands on his neck, and her kick hits him squarely in the chest. WC: 478 Gaucho the Wildfire
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