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05-18-2013, 10:08 PM
Not arrogant, but proud. Zdravilo was in a mood for a spar. Her neck was arched and her mane lay on it's side with no curls nor waves. So far, she was enjoying herself, but what happened when war was strung over the land? Zdravilo needed to learn to fight. Her hooves hit the soft thistle creating thuds. Her legs moved at an elongated trot. Air violently shaking her nostrils as it left her lungs. The sun was high in the sky on this fine mid-day. Yet, it wasn't long before it got really hot. Sweat beading down her two-toned coat. The air was still and there was not a sweet second of breeze. The thistle was short, as if it had been cut down. Slight dust was kicked up whenever she picked her hooves up. No shade, no river, no breaks. She would spar today.
She let out a war cry. Her chords rung in the air with a powerful melody, yet a dangerous vibe. An aura of energy rolled off of her. She barred her jaw as she grinned her teeth back and forth. She stopped trotting and stood in a lowly halt. She hoped someone would come. It would be pointless for her to come out here in the hot sun to just be let down. She looked around. Her acidic gaze saw no one, but she didn't have an eye on every place.
Letting out yet another war cry, she screeched. This cry was louder and stronger. This was filled with a vigor to draw a worthy opponent. Sweat beading down her coat as she stood still. Her nostrils flared and shuddered. She was like a rubber band, being pulled and pulled farther and farther. She was being stretched to the limit. Eventually the ruber band would be let go and be shot at whoever was infront of it. On this day, the fates would to get Kipp to come and answer the ominous war cry.
Let the battle commence.
OOC :: WC :: 334 :: ATTACKS :: 0/4
Standard Sparring Rules apply.
- ZDRAVILO X KIPP (May the best be the victor)
SETTING :: Hot, midday give or take, set in Thistle Meadow, but the river is too far away to take into consideration. The grass is short, there is no breeze. It is very very hot, and dust from the ground can easily be kicked up.
- PERMISSION :: Magic use and companion use is granted.
- NOTE :: I'm a little rusty, now. C:
- ATTACKS :: 4 attacks plus a closing defense.
She let out a war cry. Her chords rung in the air with a powerful melody, yet a dangerous vibe. An aura of energy rolled off of her. She barred her jaw as she grinned her teeth back and forth. She stopped trotting and stood in a lowly halt. She hoped someone would come. It would be pointless for her to come out here in the hot sun to just be let down. She looked around. Her acidic gaze saw no one, but she didn't have an eye on every place.
Letting out yet another war cry, she screeched. This cry was louder and stronger. This was filled with a vigor to draw a worthy opponent. Sweat beading down her coat as she stood still. Her nostrils flared and shuddered. She was like a rubber band, being pulled and pulled farther and farther. She was being stretched to the limit. Eventually the ruber band would be let go and be shot at whoever was infront of it. On this day, the fates would to get Kipp to come and answer the ominous war cry.
Let the battle commence.
OOC :: WC :: 334 :: ATTACKS :: 0/4
Standard Sparring Rules apply.
- ZDRAVILO X KIPP (May the best be the victor)
SETTING :: Hot, midday give or take, set in Thistle Meadow, but the river is too far away to take into consideration. The grass is short, there is no breeze. It is very very hot, and dust from the ground can easily be kicked up.
- PERMISSION :: Magic use and companion use is granted.
- NOTE :: I'm a little rusty, now. C:
- ATTACKS :: 4 attacks plus a closing defense.
