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11-08-2014, 03:39 AM
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Now why the golden always had to fall in battle is beyond me. Call it a product of his bravo style. Trained as he was in the fights, he never really learned the non-risky moves. They always bored him too much, besides the riskers slips always seemed to end the damn thing so much fast, so he tended forget them being below the belt. He also tended to enjoy the gore a little more than he probably should. So when those twin horns found flesh and the blood of the other ran off and dotted those flowers wrapped about them with red, that golden brute went down smiling. Golden body crashed into the grassy ground, which kept a more serious injury from arising. This damn costume was getting the better of him though, as the coconuts about his neck, hard and scratchy, left his chest sore. That was the least of his worries. As the gold moved to get up, a pain comes stinging back from his subconscious. With a strained face the hula gold looks back to see two stabs bleeding out from under his grass skirt. Air stung ever nerve as muscles spazed at the cut tendons. He hadn’t even seen the creature, but he appreciated it was gone. That Spanish beast gives a low groan, but its interrupted by the sound of something hard hitting flesh. Harks pin back and whirl to see his white coated with one of black? No, that’s not a horse, but a spider. Earth eyes grow large as he watches the fluffy hat chase his attacker away. Looking back he prays that damned thing’s bite was worse than is venom. Shaking that flowered head the gold gathers himself to get up, after all, this was still a spar. The spotted opponent was less forgiving, and apparently not above hitting a man when he’s down. Asshole. Horned head swings away from the flying male and the gold moves to rise his front half. You’d think with all the getting up the stallion has to do in fights he would be faster at it, but no, the golden is too slow to rise before the first hooves fly and kick him straight in the neck and upper shoulder. The hit knocks the breath out of the gold and sends him flying back to the earth. Small cuts from those sharp wild hooves leave are left on his neck, but his shoulder lay protected under the rings of flowers. They though were now covered in mud, the spotted would regret that. Another kick flies and knocks the golden’s horns. It sent his head ringing slightly, but the gold only tucks his head lower, and avoids the other kicks. The gold had been told to keep a low profile before, but this was ridiculous. Then after a moment the back end became the front. Teeth bared as the brute reared above the other, and now front hooves came screaming down to seek out his golden form. Grimacing the gold braced for the hit, and it came screaming down on his side and shoulder. Once again, the leis protected his shoulder, but his barrel flinch and twisted sickeningly. Earth eyes shut for a moment as the gold reined in his senses. Hooves hitting ground brought him back, as the gold saw the standing brute collecting to jump. “Oh no you don’t.” That white costumed creature would learn that it’s not best to jump over a briar patch of gold and to never count on Thranduil being still. Front hooves lifted and the gold seized his chance. Head twisted backwards and around as forelegs stood the gold (however shakily) up, leaving his horns flashing, hopefully, between that creature’s take-off and landing. His body, with kicks and stabs, could not hold this long, and getting up with the grass skirt would be slow but those worries were for another time. A wicked grin flashed at thinking of changing his costume from hula girl, to hula zombie. "Speech" OOC:: Great spar! TAG:: @[Daemyn] WC:: 655 (wow) ATK:: 2/2 SETTING:: Described by Graveyard Rules COSTUME:: As a hula girl, Thranduil has flowers wrapped around his horns, legs, neck, and in his mane. He has two coconuts tied around his chest over his neck, and a grass skirt tied around his barrel, which he's already eaten off the under grasses for movement. INJURIES:: A spider bite on his flank, two inches deep, and punctures two inches apart-- Kick to the neck -- Kick to the barrel -- small cut on neck SUMMARY:: Thranduil falls, and gets kicked twice by Daemyn's bucks, and once by his rear, but as Daemyn tries to jump over him, the golden sits up and turns his horns, hoping to either get Daemyn in the chest, or scrape his sides again. |
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