Thrills and Spills

[JUDGED] Thrills and Spills | Dröm

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Hidden Account atk: 7 | def: 10.5 | dam: 3

Mare :: Equine :: 14.3hh :: 5 HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE

baylee

12-30-2014, 11:26 PM

Dröm

the Raconteur

As the spar dragged on, she wondered where the slanted rays of the aurelian sun were. There was an eerie fog that surrounded the combatants, though neither had orally questioned the reasoning behind it. It was almost ironic that the one meant to be wise, was not aware of the foggy companion they had bounded through with wide eyes and flared nostrils. The blonde babe still hadn't figured out that the one who had suffocated her was, in fact, a menace of a boggart. Would she ever learn of the specter-like shadow that had bonded to her... opponent? Yes, opponent. That is what he is, despite how much she'd like for them to be friends. They were simply enemies for now, their paths collided with blood and pain, not promises of nights under the star-kissed sky, sharing secrets with one another.

The flighty arabian's attack landed solidly. Her teeth clamped down solidly on long primaries. She hadn't necessarily yank at them, pulling them out. In fact, she could easily blame the winged unicorn for his own loss of feathers. His momentum hadn't stopped after she caught his feathers in a toothy grip, thus he yanked them out will she held on. Despite that being enough pain to cause a reaction in the beast, she was not done. She moved forwards, forcing herself towards his already unsteady form. She felt his massive body against hers, but once initial connection was made, she didn't continue charge, instead she halted. Before caramel eyes fluttered open once more, she felt something whip her cheek. It sting more than the rain on her eyes, more than the wind against an open wound. Finally, orbs flitted open, surprised to find that his tail had smacked her. His ass was facing her, and for the first time ever, she saw a partially-leonine tail. She'd seen some that had tails tasseled by a few hairs, but this... this was different. His plume was thck, volumous, and orange. Her pinned ears rose forward as she gazed upon his partially naked tail. It seemed confused to her. Was it a wispy unicorn tail, or a thicker regular tail? The odd mixture caused her cranium to cock sideways as she examined the thing.

But alas, her curiosity was not meant to be for she saw two, large, not-so-cloven, hooves begin flying towards her. Eyes widen, revealing white sclera, out of shock. As a natural reflex, she angles her body to the right. Her lean muscles ripple under golden hide as she lifts herself slightly off of the ground, raising her head out of the way of danger. She keeps her knees locked and straight, not wanted to lift them and risk him kicking either of her legs (which could cause broken bones and bruised bones and a whole lot of other painful injuries). She's made it so the only region available to take damage is her left breast or left shoulder-- and boy, does she take damage!

Both of his hooves plant themselves on her body. One of his hooves lands mid-breast, stinging as it does so. She already feels her chest throbbing and aching, knowing for a fact there will be a horseshoe shaped bruise to mend. The pain is merciless as she feels his other hind hoof tear across her shoulder point and part of her shoulder, ripping skin and fur off as it does so. This hit had landed more of a sensitive area, were skin is thinner and there is no fat to protect bone and nerves, which seemed to make it hurt a million, billion, trillion, times worse. With a stinging cheek, a throbbing chest, and a bleeding shoulder, she waits for his hooves to retrieve before she lands once more on the sand. One last attack, out with a bang.

Her ears flatten once again and her eyes revert back to their neutral facade. Already feeling wizened by this experience, she felt she knew enough to at least give him one attack that wouldn't involve a flash of teeth. When she assumes his hind legs are back on the ground, she lifts her chest once again, but this times her knees are bent, held close to a narrow, throbbing, chest. With the last bits of energy slowly depleting, she decides that this will be her last maneuver, and she will muster up her trace amounts of energy to accomplish it.

Wildly, and erratically, her legs flail around with no specific aim. She tries to hit his croup, or maybe his oddly naked tail dock. On the way back to the ground, she continues paddling at the air, hooves flying in a frenzy, trying to get a last kick in. Finally, she is back on the ground. Fatigued, she hopes this is over.

"talk talk talk"
OOC: wordcount: 797
Attack: #3/3 :: is whipped and kicked in chest/shoulder, once she believes him to be on the ground she rears, flailing around to kick him.
Notes: Quite possibly one of the fastest spars ever XD Had a blast <3 and i'll definitely keep a feather c':

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