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08-10-2014, 10:07 PM
Horns did not pierce black skin. A shadow soars overhead. Head was still reeling the disorientation of no body impaled on his horns, inability to find his breath, and the sudden darkness. Only when hooves splashed behind him did sense return. Spanish neck twists them around to see the black devil spinning, his yelling, too much of a roar came swimming in his ears. Heart reflected the flutter of confusion at how the black got behind him unscathed. Shock of missing his target that arose from the first miss, now, with the second, slide into confusion. Shit. The damn horse was blind, it didn’t mean he had wings. Stillness ended quickly when the tri horns once again aimed his way.
Front mud covered legs scrambled, pulling the front of the golden to meet his already standing hips. The warrior spirit and high elegance in his steps are gone as the gold sees that black creature come like a bouncing rabbit towards him. Hips, which had locked, were stubborn and slow. The golden stepped to the left, seeking to clear the charger’s path but exposing his tender hip in the struggle. Inward groaning (for he would never do so out loud) tumbled through his head at the searing agony now swirling about his hips from being slashed and slammed to the ground. It was the moment’s hesitation to collect himself together that doomed his hopeful quick escape.
Muddied black hoof slammed down onto his left hip, just a little shy of his brown dorsal stripe. Twin horned head threw itself trying to hold them up, but it was not enough. Once again, into the mud the gold fell. Like the hit to his head, his hip now reverberated in shocking numbness before spinning out in a dizzy fall of freezing agony. Sharp places on the black’s wild hooves had cut yet another place perpendicular to the three slashes on the golden coat. The pounding it received mangling the flesh on his previous wound to leave the area a complete, bloody, muddy wreck. There was no time to mourn the loss of his unscarred coat.
Miraculously fore limbs still stood. It was the only blessing he received so far in this battle. There was no more bravo in those gold dusted eyes. They were gazed and distanced: knowing only they had to get this mangled son away. Sound reached those low harks of the black devil landing from his great leap. Time to go. Eyes closed as shoulder pulled at his back. Eyes flew back open as like a stabbing blade shot up his back as body protested, but it came. A splash echoed behind him and the earth gave a mighty shutter. It was close. Biting his cheek the gold moved forward to the left of where he had laid.
The golden stopped behind the first tree. In all his splashing raging the gold hoped the black would not have heard him get up and leave. The stallion should be blinding his other senses by the whirlwind of rage that possessed him. It was time to leave the mad brute to his crazy. With all his weight on three limbs, the gold tried to spare moving his left hip. Then that black devil’s tongue spoke. Bow and beg. It sparked him. Lips peeled back. Breath came ragged, but no. The fire in him was shut down. Leave that lunatic for another day. Again, behind his tree the gold went to move forward, for soon the black would find him. Oh, but that black devil spoke again, and knew not what he spoke.
Another spark and his world was ablaze. Tauriel, his mother. Memories slammed him. Heart roared to life. Fucking piece of shit. Even if he fell a thousand times, that devil would pay in blood for every word. Twin horned head flung high to try and find the stallion from behind the tree. This was not pride. This was rage. It took over him, consumed him. It would take all he had, but that sin would not go unanswered, not in Tauriel’s name. Teeth grinding, shoulders pulled at his mangled back limbs, stabbing pain surging from them in protest, but all they were granted is a growl deeper than a wolf’s in answer. Gold body surges to black, gait just as mangled and ruined as his body, but got him there still in a burning rage. He would see that black in mud for that insult. Keeping note of where the tri-horns swung the gold hoped to pull up to the beast’s back or hip. Then he rose up. Pain electrocuted through him and could no longer be contained, so came roaring wild and fierce cry from his lips. Hooves lashed out, earth eyes a fire for a black coat.
OOC ::
TAG :: @[Morir]
WC :: 800
Attack :: 3/3
INJURIES :: -Three deep gashes in mid-hip, gets more shallow towards tail-Bruised on front mid to lower half of face-small cut on mid front of face-badly bruised (possible internal damage to muscle) on left hip above slashes-small cut leading off of the top slash going straight up towards spine, very shallow
SUMMARY :: Scrambles up before Morir's second jump and moves to the left, but one of Morir's hooves hit his left hip, sending them down to the ground. Getting back up, moves forward to behind a tree. At Morir's taunt of his mother he charges the black (didn't know where Morir would be here though so...vagueness!, but he's aiming to get to his hip or back). Then rears, crying out, and lashing out his hooves, hoping to knock Morir to the ground.
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