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03-08-2016, 10:09 PM
the tempest of an unrelenting sea
At the hisses and screams from the dragons above, a particularly bright aqua flashed from her stripes, mocha pigment darkening to near black. She did not trust the flighted creatures above— she liked them less than the hulking muscle difference between her and the behemoth she fought.
A guttural growl ripped from her scaled throat as her hooves sailed through thin air, missing the intended target of his chest and shoulder. But the growl morphed to a satisfied snarl as she felt the shiny, sharp barbs of her tail rip through the skin of his lower jaw. This terra-treading stallion’s skin was so much easier to slice than those beneath the sea. It lacked flinty scales or hard plates; it was neither rubbery nor spongy. It was just, simply, skin.
Victory. She did not know how much poison would rush into his bloodstream, but it would be there. And it would even the odds in her favor— for what was height and strength if you could not use them? Another, satisfied hiss rattled from her as webbed hooves sprayed chilled water upon landing. The satisfaction fled, though, as suddenly there was his hulking body alongside hers, dwarfing her athletic form in his moon-shadow. His heavy neck reached, for a moment the corner of her vision was filled with the thoughts of the tender, sliceable skin beneath it— but then his teeth were connecting with her withers.
The plated skin depressed beneath his nipping teeth, the ridges proudly withstanding the blunt teeth of this earth-bound stallion. She felt the burst of superficial capillaries beneath the plates, a sharp twinge that would later settle into an annoying, intermittent ache of shallow bruising on the right side of her withers. A flare of appreciation sparked in her as his massive haunches slammed against her lithe ones— a landed bite and throwing her off balance was an intelligent attack. Her eyes flashed, momentarily searching for the red pits beneath the skull. She had barely felt the heat of that gaze on her plated hide before, so alien was she to anything outside of battle. But now— now she was beginning to feel the heat of the gargantuan stud alongside her.
Agile hips stumbled to the left, knocked aside by his great haunches, unused to having to catch her balance. There was no balance in the sea, no clumsy fumbling against gravity. Fighting beneath the waves was elegant. Fighting on land, she was discovering, was not. It was graceless, gauche, and blundering. A low, unhappy sound rolled from her throat.
But, still, teeth unleashed as she rose slightly on her haunches. Sharp, front hooves aimed to strike at the sides and backs of the tendons in his forelimbs while gaping, pointed teeth reached for his throat. His skin was so thin, certainly it could not protect the lifeblood pumping his neck or the crucial ligaments in his legs. Ridges rose, but her face-fins were tucked tightly against her throat— it wouldn't do to have them ripped off by this landlubber.
Too large eyes watched for her poison to sink in— not knowing that she waited in vain.
WC: 526
A: 2/3
D: 0/1
Damage Tracker: lightly bruise right side of withers;
Summary: Vol's attack lightly bruises her withers and throws her hips to the left. She rears and strikes out at his legs with her hooves while biting at his neck.
Sidenote: I struggled with this a bit. It felt awkward :| Also, I think I made this clear, but there isn't actually poison in her barbs. She just doesn't know that, yet.
A guttural growl ripped from her scaled throat as her hooves sailed through thin air, missing the intended target of his chest and shoulder. But the growl morphed to a satisfied snarl as she felt the shiny, sharp barbs of her tail rip through the skin of his lower jaw. This terra-treading stallion’s skin was so much easier to slice than those beneath the sea. It lacked flinty scales or hard plates; it was neither rubbery nor spongy. It was just, simply, skin.
Victory. She did not know how much poison would rush into his bloodstream, but it would be there. And it would even the odds in her favor— for what was height and strength if you could not use them? Another, satisfied hiss rattled from her as webbed hooves sprayed chilled water upon landing. The satisfaction fled, though, as suddenly there was his hulking body alongside hers, dwarfing her athletic form in his moon-shadow. His heavy neck reached, for a moment the corner of her vision was filled with the thoughts of the tender, sliceable skin beneath it— but then his teeth were connecting with her withers.
The plated skin depressed beneath his nipping teeth, the ridges proudly withstanding the blunt teeth of this earth-bound stallion. She felt the burst of superficial capillaries beneath the plates, a sharp twinge that would later settle into an annoying, intermittent ache of shallow bruising on the right side of her withers. A flare of appreciation sparked in her as his massive haunches slammed against her lithe ones— a landed bite and throwing her off balance was an intelligent attack. Her eyes flashed, momentarily searching for the red pits beneath the skull. She had barely felt the heat of that gaze on her plated hide before, so alien was she to anything outside of battle. But now— now she was beginning to feel the heat of the gargantuan stud alongside her.
Agile hips stumbled to the left, knocked aside by his great haunches, unused to having to catch her balance. There was no balance in the sea, no clumsy fumbling against gravity. Fighting beneath the waves was elegant. Fighting on land, she was discovering, was not. It was graceless, gauche, and blundering. A low, unhappy sound rolled from her throat.
But, still, teeth unleashed as she rose slightly on her haunches. Sharp, front hooves aimed to strike at the sides and backs of the tendons in his forelimbs while gaping, pointed teeth reached for his throat. His skin was so thin, certainly it could not protect the lifeblood pumping his neck or the crucial ligaments in his legs. Ridges rose, but her face-fins were tucked tightly against her throat— it wouldn't do to have them ripped off by this landlubber.
Too large eyes watched for her poison to sink in— not knowing that she waited in vain.
WC: 526
A: 2/3
D: 0/1
Damage Tracker: lightly bruise right side of withers;
Summary: Vol's attack lightly bruises her withers and throws her hips to the left. She rears and strikes out at his legs with her hooves while biting at his neck.
Sidenote: I struggled with this a bit. It felt awkward :| Also, I think I made this clear, but there isn't actually poison in her barbs. She just doesn't know that, yet.
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