and there's blood in my teeth [reich x pip]

[JUDGED] and there's blood in my teeth [reich x pip]

Reichenbach Posts: 62

Dragon's Throat Guardian atk: 5 | def: 7.5 | dam: 7.0

Stallion :: Equine :: 17hh :: 8 HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE

Space

04-04-2017, 01:20 AM

R E I C H E N B A C H

And I'm a coal train, fast lane, caught up in a dirty rain,
No pain, no gain, working like a zombie

Reichenbach did his best to ignore the throb of his injured shoulder, careful to keep moving so that he did not stiffen as they fought. He had been in fights before, but never had he had a winged opponent. As such, Pip managed to scrape free of the worst of his attack, though Reich tasted skin and hair in his mouth as he did so. The fur was soft and downy in his mouth, a testament to the hobbits grooming, and the gypsy fighter spat it out with relish as his gaze followed the path of Pippigrin's flight. A wild grin grasped him, the frown on his rough hewn face turning into something more eager as Pippin gingerly landed, obviously hurting from the wound Reichenbach had previously inflicted. A bullish snort escaped Pippin's dainty nostrils - it resulted only in the expansion of Reich's grin, the challenge pounding through his coppery blood and exciting something primitive and primal within him.

As Pip's downy wings flared and he began to swoop and charge, Reich followed his progress with sharp eyes, seeing both the thought and physical process as his small companion made to either bite or ram his flank. He made to jump aside, confident in his abilities - only to be stopped short by the sharp, intense pain caused by Pippin's strong teeth. Reich roared, whipping his head back to glare at the hobbit with disbelieving eyes... Pip was quick! The great bay man bared his own strong teeth, his wild hair shuddering around the rough lines of his face as he struggled to pull free of the substantial hold on his flank, nervous that his movement might cause further damage. Already, Reich felt the blood begin to trickle down his silky skin and gather at his soft belly, where it dripped steadily. A savage growl slipped between his lips as he finally managed to escape his opponents steady grasp, his freedom bringing new brutal intentions to light.

In a flash, he pivoted upon his strong quarters and made to smash his heavy hooves upon the little hobbits short shoulder - if he was to be lame in the week to come, he would try to do the same to Pip. They could suffer together. The sharp throb of his injured shoulder was a constant irritation to him, though the Guardian of the Throat thought that Pip, too, would be struggling after today. Even as his hooves came slamming downward the thought amused him, and that small amount of humour began to soften his resolve. His temper faded, albeit slowly, and shame began to muzzle him. He'd not meant to truly hurt the little hobbit - Pip was his friend after all. His temper had once again gotten the better of him, and for that, Reich was truly sorry. His breath was coming heavy now, and the pain in his flank and shoulder was tiring every bone in his vast body. His muscles might just give out if they didn't sort this out soon, and besides, Reich had been wanting a calm, pleasant day with his good friend Pippigrin... not a battle royale.