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11-05-2012, 04:47 PM
She knew she was at a loss. He was much, much, much larger than her. He had a tree, and she had an overly large belly. He was behemoth, and she was thin. The only positive to this fight was that he was larger but very slow and almost clumsy, whereas she was thin, nimble, agile. He seemed eager to see her blood die the clean and white snow. All she wanted was to end this part of her quest, not her life.
As she stood on her hind legs, a swipe with his tree, a surging pain. His tree had raked her stomach. Five gashes run across the bottom of her stomach. The pain had not stopped then, he aimed his open maw to her inner thigh. Before his teeth reached her leg, she let her front end fall onto his head. She hoped, prayed, and wished this would stop his attack. Her ears flattened. She whinnied loudly. Her chords didn't sound joyful or anything sweet. Her chords evil, malicious, and very angered. Whenever a stallion re-exhibited her history, it felt as if lightning was striking her.
Blood seeped through her cuts. Fighting was a sort of study during her life. Year after year after year, fight after fight. After multiple fights, she was very skilled. She was never truly a young one. Always being an adult, thinking like a full grown, acting like one too. She had very sparatic moments of being slightly immature and childish. She decided to bring out the child beneath her adult skin.
As she had thrown her weight onto the stallion and whinnied, she loosened her muscles and bit whatever was in front of her. If she had landed on his neck her bite would've soared pain through the trunk of his tree. You will feel the anger I have felt through the years of my shity life... Thoughts swiveled, blood seeped, trees had bloody sap. This was her life.
OOC: Word count-327 PC: 2/3
Sum: Tainted gets a couple of gashes under her belly. She dodges him trying to bite her thigh by putting all the weight of the front of her body onto him. She attacks him after putting her weight on him by, biting whatever was in front of him. If timed correctly she would bite the bottom of his tree trunk...
As she stood on her hind legs, a swipe with his tree, a surging pain. His tree had raked her stomach. Five gashes run across the bottom of her stomach. The pain had not stopped then, he aimed his open maw to her inner thigh. Before his teeth reached her leg, she let her front end fall onto his head. She hoped, prayed, and wished this would stop his attack. Her ears flattened. She whinnied loudly. Her chords didn't sound joyful or anything sweet. Her chords evil, malicious, and very angered. Whenever a stallion re-exhibited her history, it felt as if lightning was striking her.
Blood seeped through her cuts. Fighting was a sort of study during her life. Year after year after year, fight after fight. After multiple fights, she was very skilled. She was never truly a young one. Always being an adult, thinking like a full grown, acting like one too. She had very sparatic moments of being slightly immature and childish. She decided to bring out the child beneath her adult skin.
As she had thrown her weight onto the stallion and whinnied, she loosened her muscles and bit whatever was in front of her. If she had landed on his neck her bite would've soared pain through the trunk of his tree. You will feel the anger I have felt through the years of my shity life... Thoughts swiveled, blood seeped, trees had bloody sap. This was her life.
OOC: Word count-327 PC: 2/3
Sum: Tainted gets a couple of gashes under her belly. She dodges him trying to bite her thigh by putting all the weight of the front of her body onto him. She attacks him after putting her weight on him by, biting whatever was in front of him. If timed correctly she would bite the bottom of his tree trunk...
