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09-21-2013, 02:11 AM
She doesn't have to wait long. The Fox comes. But as it comes, she thinks she may smell something, something off, like a predator. It lurks somewhere behind the Fox, and her harks flick upwards, before pinning down into her mane. Back to the Fox. As it approaches further, she notes it has no weaponry, and this she will note is an advantage. If the Fox attacks her, she will remember that her weaponry remains adorned upon her forehead. It is not straight enough to stab. If she wants to use her horn, she will have to find a way to involve it. And yet, if she can just get it into that warm flesh.. The mare is shorter then her, too, if a bit less sleek. They resemble each other slightly, however, and it is clear to the Akhal-Teke that she must share the mare's distant bloodlines of her breed. ..Had she been cackling, just a few seconds ago, too? No matter. It was not of impotence. Tension built between the two. But the Fox still paused in front of her. It was only for a moment, silence echoed in her harks. It was then that they shared one simple emotion in the darkness; they shared blood-lust. It glinted in their orbs, it was what filled the silence with tension. And then the storm broke. The Fox has the first attack, raising herself and lunging forwards; her hooves weapons that wish to slice and bruise her apparel, to end her. She lurches backwards, her thoughts disrupted suddenly, she has no time to think. The mare's ivories snap at her face, and suddenly mild panic fuels her motions. This Fox is trying to ruin her face. It's trying to ruin her face. No! She doesn't want her face to have scars placed along it, her beauty, her gem! Her face is important to her, the most important part of her body, in her gaze. She is vain. She is beautiful. She wants to stay that way, and this Fox is not going to touch her face! Her neck jerks to the right, avoiding her ivories, but they leave a scrape across her crest, and she feels the sting of pain afterwards. That's not the only thing she has to worry about, though. She has forgotten about the mare's forelegs. How could she? The wind scolds her, and she resists a flinch as the Fox's dangerous little swords scrape down her own front pillars. It hurts, she's forgotten about how much these things can hurt, and she hisses in response. It will heal, with time, but they still leave marks upon her apparel. Fashion is not aided by scar's. It's hard to be a femme. So very hard. She would have sighed, if she didn't feel rage at the actions of the other. Ivories bared, she snaps them at the other mare's maw, aiming to leave scrapes across it's surface. Raising herself, though a minuscule amount off the ground, she aims her own daggers towards the mare's point of shoulder and her breast. She hopes they will land and place scrapes of their own across the Fox's apparel. If they miss, they will likely slide harmlessly off her skin, and she grimaces at the thought. As soon as she begins these actions, she allows the weight of her raised body to distribute more evenly towards her front, causing her to fall back down towards the earth. This is on purpose, as if her forelegs meet the mare's breast or point of shoulder, the sudden weight of her pressing downwards may push her backwards, away from her face. God's, if she lay's a scratch across her maw, she's going to.. Well. She was already planning on hurting her. What else can she threaten? WC: 637 & 3448 characters 1/3 :: As Histe aims her teeth towards Circuta's face, she jerks her neck to the right, leaving it facing Histe instead, and thus receiving scrapes along her crest. Histe succeeds in distracting her, however, and her forelegs receive scratches along their length. In response, Circuta attempts to leave marks across Histe's maw with her own teeth, shifting her weight to her hindquarters and trying to pound Histe's chest area with her hooves. If unsuccessful, they will slide harmlessly across her skin. As a final act, she distributes her weight more evenly to her front, so that she will fall back down to the ground. She hopes that if her hooves hit their mark, this will push Histe backwards, away from her body. She also hopes this will cause more bruising. @[Histe] CREDITS
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