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| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.1 :: 9 :: Birdsong Buff: NOVICE |
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Ragnar :: Plain Boggart :: Suffocate
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In the fields the bodies burning
As the war machine keeps turning
The warm flesh that the bird had singed stung and left an unpleasant scent lingering in the dense air. Shortly after, the fiery raptor dissipated into the sky, nothing left behind but her mark on his hide. Her master, on his own swift glide down, met the sharp end of the solid bone that reached to the sky from my forehead. The black and silver point dug into his lower buttock, emerging from the flesh as Crash's opponent pushed away from his body and back into the air.
The scent on his blood so close to Crash's flared nostrils aroused the draft in a strange way, sending violent pulses of adrenaline through his veins. The hot red liquid glided down the swirls, tracing the silver lining elegantly. Wings beating the air was all he could hear, his dark eyes directing themselves to the retreating male. White ears emerged from the mess of black mane and flicked toward the source of the sound, a sinister grin melting onto his dark mug.
The pussy was running away? How satisfying. Now all he had to worry about was finding that dumb mare and plucking a few of those damn feathers. That was all he wanted in the first place any how. The adrenaline still pumped its was through his body, not yet giving his brain the full awareness of how burnt and cut up he already was.
Cautiously, Crash continued to watch the sky that was now clear of the patterned brute. Maybe this was too good to be true. He should have known better. Off guard, Crash drew in a deep breath and dropped his large head, peering through the land to see if the mare had stupidly landed a little further away from their tussle. Hopefully, so he wouldn't have to go find her. That'd be a pain in the ass.
A chill ran down his spine, sending shocks to each nerve and making his pelt quiver. Something wasn't right. Ears flicked back again, hearing the slice of the air just before hard hooves hit his withers hard. A gust of air escaped his lungs and the draft fell to his front knees. The whites of his unusual eyes shown in the corners and his sight landed on Midas' bladed wings. Both of his shoulders ached, but were still able to rotate as he struggled back to all fours. The pain sent sharp signals to his brain, telling him to stay down. It was hard to, but Crash ignored the warnings, struggling up right.. barely. His feathered hooves sprawled out too far from each other, causing him to stand like a gangly foal.
Even though he was almost positive that the attack would do absolutely nothing, the Gypsy lashed forward with ivory teeth bared. The saliva strung from his teeth, creating webs of spit. The stallion may not have even been close enough to grab at, but it was all he had left to do with such a sharp pain coursing through his upper body. The quick movement of the attempted bite caused his unstable balance to push him forward, his silver hooves dragging with each quick step in order to keep his body up right.
Ashes where the bodies burning
No more war pigs have the power
Status: Reserved; Midas
Posts: 4/4
Sum: Thinks Midas is retreating, causing him to be distracted. Midas comes down and hits Crash in the withers, throwing him to his front knees. Once Crash awkwardly gets up, he half attempts to bite at Midas.
Words: 535
Lyrics: "War Pigs" by Black Sabbath
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