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Through blurred vision and aching muscles, Moniz felt her attacks land on what was now nothing more than a nebulous wisp of stormy gray. The other mare’s features were bleeding together like ink across a wet page, and Moniz knew consciousness would not be a luxury she enjoyed much longer. Still, as the delusional weariness of intense pain began to darken the peripheries of her vision, a manic grin spread across her face at the realization that she had made contact. I showed her…
But the pony’s self-congratulations were cut short by more enraged fury as again the dappled mare took off. “Cowardly fucking bitch…” Moniz slurred drunkenly after her, the intoxicating pain pulling awkwardly through her voice as she staggered around to watch as the mare shrunk into the distance. If this mare expected Moniz to kiss her hooves and beg mercy, she had chosen the wrong pony to wrangle. Moniz did not give up on herself, stubborn to her last breath. She squared herself up to react to the oncoming charge, with no indication that she acknowledged the futility of this movement. “Comeandget… get me… worthless goodfornothing… WHORE,” she tried to yell, but her voice would only slither uselessly out of her until she managed to bark the last word.
The speck was growing again now, looming closer at speed, and everything around the Spanish mare’s body faded to blackness. It barreled headfirst towards Moniz’s ribs, and the pony somehow had time to think beratingly, stupid reckless bitch.
That would be her last thought for a while.
Darkness engulfed her vision as she tried to hop out of the way of the oncoming train of horseflesh. Something hit her haunches, and they gave way – the first domino which set all the others in motion. The cold snow folded around her back legs – at least her fall was cushioned – and her weakened front half was powerless to resist the momentum of her heavy haunches pulling her down. As she toppled, her brain mercifully pulled the plug on her consciousness. Her body landed under the birch tree, the snow her coffin and the slender gray and white soldier her solemn headstone. “Here lies one stubborn bitch.”
There was nothing more for the gray mare to kick but snow, and her flailing only further blanketed the dark bay pony. The cold and snow would accelerate the slow healing process, but Moniz didn’t know that. Moniz didn’t know anything at that moment. Moniz was out.
Nobody’s home. Sorry, we’re closed. Come again soon.
424 words, [closing defense]
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[JUDGED] Who's the crooks in this crime? [Hellä]
