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Air. It’s always just damn air. Frustration fails to grow in his chest as another blow comes to him, but this time it’s from his own doing. Earth eyes see a spin of black beneath him. It dizzied, and the top heavy golden wavered. Balance threatened, right hind moved back to catch the heavy body. Wrong move. Near all his weight on the weak side and down he went, again. It seemed all he did in spar was fall. The fire in his eyes replaced by a rush of pain as he fell to the earth. Mud splashed anew on his unrecognizable coat.
For a moment he was still there on the ground, nose resting in the muck the battling stallions had created. Coat trembling, head spinning. In all the physical wounds were not horrendous, but that is not where most of the blows landed. Even as the brute roars something else to his near deaf ears and his shadow hoovers over him, the golden can only lay, eyes closed to the world. It wasn't that he regretted any act he had done. In fact, reflection might bring him to flare out in anger for, in truth, the golden hadn't played any trick or threat. He'd only come here to gain the Basin a member. No, it was not regret that pounded his spirit. It was her remembrance. Tauriel. Could it be her memory still held such sway on the golden that he would actually break over her? The tightening of his face, said yes. That firey chestnut maiden, stolen from him. She who deserved the world, received only six feet of earth, not even the fire boat deserved of her noble class. He would tear down the world to reclaim the fame of her name, but he could not today. Today he could not defend her who gave him his life, and it destroyed a piece of him.
Crumpled form shutters, it’s time to go, before Tauriel’s son died in vain. When healed and rested, perhaps the thoughts of bringing this black devil crashing down below the very earth he stood would soothe him, but not today. Today the gold’s soul moved as it had not in many an age. It ached. Nothing could soothe it. No other rush of attack or bravo would could change that. So it was time to leave. Doing so would be punishment enough. Eyes still shut, and in a world of shiftlessness, the gold begins to pull himself up once more. Any lingering thoughts of depression over his loss were shocked out by the shear agony of that effort. He would not leave himself to find death below that blind devil’s hooves though, nor would he give him the satisfaction of seeing him in pain. So, the gold silenced himself by biting his lip. By the time he was standing, it dripping in blood with the mud.
Facing that black tri-horned head rose to its height. This was not pride though. It was not vanity or ego. All that was covered in blood and mud. No, what looked out at the black stallion was the most curious emotion in a time such as this. Head was tall, horns held straight, legs (all by the left hind) stretched out, and back flexed straight as it could manage. Eyes were calm, and distanced. It was so unusual to see it possess him. Serenity. He was covered in blood and mud and had missed every strike he made, but there the emotion lay. Like a once proud king taught brought low to the peasant’s level. A loss of the previous ignorance brought to tumbling down. Through the wreckage a ghost of his inner soul brought forth in the world through the mess. Bare, and open for all to see. But the black was blind, so the world never saw. The gold then turns, and in the mangled form body moves into the shadows. Broken body and soul moves into the darkness to heal.
OOC :: Yep! Most excellent practice!
TAG :: @[Morir
WC :: 612+
Attack :: ---
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-cut on lower lip
SUMMARY :: Looses balance, and moves right hind to catch himself, left crumbles and Thranduil falls. Lays there for a while, then gets up, looks at Morir and leaves.
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