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11-28-2012, 09:55 PM
 Romani Hearing the steady sound of heavy, yet elegant hoofbeats approaching through the snow, Romani’s head turned towards the sound, taking in the sight of Archibald as he approached her. Before him trotted his faithful companion, the Alaskan Malamute Loretta, and the mare couldn’t help but marvel at the Chief’s size and bulk. It was easy to forget just how large Archibald was when he wasn’t around… And to think she would be sparring with someone who was at least twice her size and build. It was somewhat overwhelming, but she wouldn’t be deterred. Not when she was trying to prove herself.There was a reason that Archibald bore the title of “the Dauntless”. Immediately the mare snapped to attention, holding her head high and ears perked forward. Feathered hooves positioned themselves squared up and ready, and azure eyes were locked on Archibald’s form as he came to a stop mere meters from where she stood. The Haflinger listened as he spoke to her, telling her with no misgivings of what he expected from her. “Yes, Sir.” The compact mare responded with respect. “I understand.” Azure eyes watched as the Malamute left Archibald’s side, then redirected her attention to the Chief. With a nod that she understood, the red mare took in a deep breath through her nostrils and let it out slowly and evenly. If she charged directly ahead, he could easily parry any attack she might throw at him… Perhaps attacking from the side? Even though the Chief was much larger than the palomino, she hoped that she could use his bulkier size and muscle against him. Due to her smaller stature, maybe she could employ speed rather than brawn in this spar. Either way, it seemed that Archibald would be able to read any attack she threw at him, a thought she developed by the stoic expression he wore. Pinning her ears back, Romani began side stepping, blue eyes locked on the Chief’s own orbs. For a few moments she moved slowly around the stallion. Then, with a sharp inhale, Romani charged forward. Her muscles in her hindquarters bunched up, and with a powerful leap she lunged, compact muscles straining as they propelled her chiseled body forwards. It took only a few strides for her to reach Archibald, and with ears flat back against her skull and teeth bared, she collected herself and bucked out with her back haunches, aiming for the Chief’s front legs. [Word Count: 409. Post 1 / 2. Attack: Romani charges Archibald, intending to kick out one of his front legs with her back hooves.] |
table by tempest @ sordid secrets
