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09-24-2013, 05:22 PM
Blood drips down your horns and your hoof hit solid. You couldn't be more pleased with yourself. Throughout the fight, your mouth has been pulled tight in a line of concentration but the ends turn up suddenly as the blood hangs above your nose. The bright red of the fresh hit has layered on top of the darker, dried blood from your first attack in the fight. Fortunately, your mind doesn't linger too long this time. The more time you spend in this fight, the more the effects of the plants are wearing off. Too bad you and Mossy Boy both seem almost done. Given a few more moments, you'd have a totally clear head. Unfortunately, you don't have those few more moments and you're not perfect.
You take your step back from your opponent and suddenly your gaze falls on the bag you threw at his face earlier. The plants! The moonlight plays upon them, throwing rays of silver across their green stems. You try to resist the temptation, but you can't. Your tongue itches for the sweet juices. Your training forgotten, you lunge forward. Too bad the bag is right near Mossy Boy's front side. His bite sinks deeply into your neck. At the same time, you somehow manage to trip over your massive hooves. Mossy boy tears some flesh and you once again grumble your displeasure as you flinch from the pain. Somewhere in the midst of all this, he kicks, but you never even notice. Thanks to your tripping, his hoof misses.
You don't have much time to think about the neck wound- you're falling to the earth so ungracefully. Your hind end manages to stay up, but your front limbs crash roughly to the ground. As you scurry about, trying to get up, the ground tears up your legs. Damn, you think during all of the commotion. Just when you thought you were getting over the dizziness. When you finally rise you've somehow got the bag in your mouth (thank goodness!), but you've managed to make quite a mess of yourself. Gravel from the ground has embedded itself into the now open and leaking wounds on your forelimbs. Pain begins to pulsate, both from limb and neck, as you stand there and gather yourself. Your ears flick to Mossy Boy as you turn to face him, but he does not seem intent to attack again.
Suddenly, you bob your head, doing your best to pretend you never fell. Obviously it's not working, but you can pretend it is. This was fun, you begrudgingly admit to yourself, staring at the stallion for a while. Finally, you speak. “Oxy.” The word is followed with a deep breath, allowing you to gather some oxygen into your body once again. Perhaps he'll know what you mean, perhaps he won't. Honestly, you're surprised you even gave him your name. However, perhaps the stallion can use it as a calling card in the future. A spar every now and then to keep your muscles strengthened would do you good. You don't wait too long for an answer before you quickly slide your bag back on then meander off. Surely the obnoxious glass-horn has some healers. A medic would do your bruised shoulder and bloodied neck and limbs some good.
WC- 636
Closing Defense
OOC| @[Tamme]- Sorry to tag you, just wasn't sure how to let you know we're ready for judging since we can't edit posts :)
You take your step back from your opponent and suddenly your gaze falls on the bag you threw at his face earlier. The plants! The moonlight plays upon them, throwing rays of silver across their green stems. You try to resist the temptation, but you can't. Your tongue itches for the sweet juices. Your training forgotten, you lunge forward. Too bad the bag is right near Mossy Boy's front side. His bite sinks deeply into your neck. At the same time, you somehow manage to trip over your massive hooves. Mossy boy tears some flesh and you once again grumble your displeasure as you flinch from the pain. Somewhere in the midst of all this, he kicks, but you never even notice. Thanks to your tripping, his hoof misses.
You don't have much time to think about the neck wound- you're falling to the earth so ungracefully. Your hind end manages to stay up, but your front limbs crash roughly to the ground. As you scurry about, trying to get up, the ground tears up your legs. Damn, you think during all of the commotion. Just when you thought you were getting over the dizziness. When you finally rise you've somehow got the bag in your mouth (thank goodness!), but you've managed to make quite a mess of yourself. Gravel from the ground has embedded itself into the now open and leaking wounds on your forelimbs. Pain begins to pulsate, both from limb and neck, as you stand there and gather yourself. Your ears flick to Mossy Boy as you turn to face him, but he does not seem intent to attack again.
Suddenly, you bob your head, doing your best to pretend you never fell. Obviously it's not working, but you can pretend it is. This was fun, you begrudgingly admit to yourself, staring at the stallion for a while. Finally, you speak. “Oxy.” The word is followed with a deep breath, allowing you to gather some oxygen into your body once again. Perhaps he'll know what you mean, perhaps he won't. Honestly, you're surprised you even gave him your name. However, perhaps the stallion can use it as a calling card in the future. A spar every now and then to keep your muscles strengthened would do you good. You don't wait too long for an answer before you quickly slide your bag back on then meander off. Surely the obnoxious glass-horn has some healers. A medic would do your bruised shoulder and bloodied neck and limbs some good.
WC- 636
Closing Defense
OOC| @[Tamme]- Sorry to tag you, just wasn't sure how to let you know we're ready for judging since we can't edit posts :)
we all look for ways to make the pain go away
