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Veci, can you stop it, you aren’t letting me focus!
The Boggart was so highly entertained by his lumbering, bumbling companion that he began to choke on his own laughter, silent,
sinister, and his spectre form began to ripple visibly beyond control as he rolled off gasping towards the sideline. Neither could really believe the delicately fashioned mare’s luck – because surely something so unassuming had not the capacity to out-skill a hardened
Dragon Warrior... right?
The evidence was as clear as day though, and the disgruntled stallion grunted plumes of misty annoyance into the cold damp atmosphere above.
His shoulder was stinging awfully as the torrents of water kept clean the bite would upon it; the blood could not clot, it was constantly washed away. The injury was spared impact upon the arena’s floor however and for that he was thankful (small mercies, of course). It bothered him more that the joints beneath were growing stiff. Similarly the thigh just struck, the sinew meshed across it revolted angrily as his body rolled down to the left and into the cradle of sand. Hurriedly he had tucked the same wing to his flank, eager to avoid crushing the delicate bones within.
As Hector rolled into his kicking, undulating attack, horned skull was thrust away to improve strength from each rolling shoulder down. Jaw clenched tightly as the right groaned painfully in protest, but the jolt as his hooves smacked her, and the loud
thwack on wet skin was quite inspiring. The shock of
success, compelled him on. The copper-coated Tribrid could not see which part of her he had struck, but he cared little and wasted no extra time mulling it over on the ground.
Ha! he thought sourly, vibrantly, and passed a smug glance by the watching Boggart.
There seemed to be a moment of nothing - no pain, nor the sound of tendrils hissing through the rain. It was a chance to recover his stance and one he seized with a vigorous
heave-ho!
Up, the stallion lifted with wings fanning wide to each side. Weight crouched low across coiled haunches and her pivoted (very loosely) in effort to find the front of the mare looming behind the dense shade of impending night. She was harder to see, whether because her dulled, wet coat better blended into the area around them, or because his eyes were glazed and red-raw. When he spotted a soft outline moving ahead, it was too late; the sprite was upon him again and Veci made no secret of
his enjoyment, shrieking shamelessly though his bonded’s mind -
the Mother of Companions will have your balls!
"VECI!" Hector bellowed furiously, needing not the contribution of the ghost to feel any more pitiful.
Erratic, mid-air galloping closed in quickly, but the stallion was passed caring. She was rearing perhaps, or levitating... Either way her narrow toes came like a cloud of locusts across a savannah and they ate everything in their sight. Neck writhed around through the rain as she grazed his swinging face – nose and cheek, and then batted about his throat whenever it became available.
"For goodness sake stop already..." he moaned resignedly, with eyes flashing open between strikes. But the chestnut was falling again it seemed, and the hail of hooves, the
barrage ended.
Chips and divots removed across his face stung terribly, but they were not lethal and the adrenaline coursing though his veins numbed them a little. Undoubtedly the morning to come would present the spar’s spoils in all of its glory – bruises, strains... indignity. He would be sure to have it all.
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Note: I would love to continue a thread with her, and then maybe head off the Hidden Falls after...
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[JUDGED] Thrills and Spills | Dröm
