Jakar

read me my rights, put me in cuffs

This was foolishness, the whole lot of it. The idea of dressing up like some kind of character in order to go battle some opponent I had never met before was insanity, but at the same time it sounded so interesting and I had to make at least some kind of appearance. Dark rimmed ears flicked around on my skull as I impatiently awaited the arrival of my partner for this dance, the feeling of the silky fabric of the turban on my head was strange and eventually I just forced my ears to settled against my scalp so I would no longer be distracted by the fabric. The light breeze blowing through the arena in which I stood, restlessly shifting my weight from hoof to hoof as I waited, was enough distraction with the way it caused the light fabric resting on my thickly muscled shoulders to roll and billow with the slightest gust of air...I didn't need something rubbing against my ears too.
The mare's screams fill the air as my sky blue gaze is drawn to her athletic form that is also draped in robes of purple that work quite well on her already attractive looks. "YOU MADE ME GET IT WET, MOTHERFUCKER! YOU’RE GOING TO PAY FOR THIS!” My eyes widened slightly as I wondered what it was I had done to piss this mare off so badly, it seemed I was going to be known for my poor track record with the ladies it this kept up. First Sno and now this black and white beauty. A snort blew forcefully out of my sooty nostrils as I watched the beauty leap into action, her long, fit limbs stretching out while her skull lowered just enough so the sharp weapon protruding from her forehead would be able to pierce through some part of my flesh.
Curses flashed through my mind as the distraction of the mare's beauty was quickly swiped away by my impeding doom. My skull tossed into the air as I side stepped to the right just in time for the mare's horn to miss my muscular chest and rather pierce through the sheer black and red fabric of my costume, straight into the flesh of my left shoulder. A scream of pain and rage tore from my chest as ivories bared and my thick neck pulled in to angle my jaws to hold onto the top of my attacker's neck. My left knee jabbed upwards in hopes to find purchase along the mare's right thigh or shoulder as she moved past me, the movement causing the already bleeding wound to gush and pain to shoot through my shoulder once again cause profanities to slip off of my vocal chords. I was furious that the creature had caused my blood to spill onto the tall grass we stood on, but at the same time I was intrigued if not slightly turned on by her bravery and willingness to fight. Maybe after this foolishness was over I would find her and see how well she excelled in other fields, it wasn't like the varnished beauty I came here for was giving me the attention I desired.


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Tag;; @[Grimmrot]
Words;; 535 .800
OOC;; xD he's such a perv
Attaks;; 1.2 0.0
Injuries;; 1. Grim's horn missed his chest, but rather pierced his shoulder through the black and red fabric, which was also torn in the process. The cut is fairly wide and deep, will make movements painful for the rest of the spar and a few days afterwards. Bleeding moderate to heavily
Summary;; He is dressed up like Jafar from Aladdin, a black and red turban sits between his ears just far enough back that it doesn't interfere with his horn. Around his chest and withers rests a black and red chiffon sash that billows in the wind, it is connected together by a thin black band that allows for proper movement. As Grim's horn went into his shoulder he bent his head down to attempt to latch onto the top of her neck and brought his left knee up in hopes of hitting on her right thigh/shoulder which caused the wound inflicted by her horn to bleed even more.