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11-30-2016, 11:10 AM
Själ
Her chest heaving and her bones aching, Sjal glared at the angry stallion (for all the good glowering did her). There was no comfortable way to stand with the way her front tendons felt, and despite her best efforts to put her weight on her hind legs, she winced with every movement. All she wanted to do was limp away to lick her wounds, perhaps curled up under a nice tree – but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her suffer. And so as he drew himself up, attempting to make himself look formidable and threatening (and, let’s be honest, he definitely succeeded in that regard), the defeated princess mimicked him. If he’d wanted to kill her, he’d have done so already; she was not afraid of him, no matter how much better than her he’d been on the battlefield.
”Oh, like I was going to succeed,” she scoffed irritably, her ears pinned firmly to her skull. She’d never have managed to bring down the brute, even if she had scored a lucky hit. He was too big, and clearly too experienced, to have been defeated by a young girl still new to fighting. ”Don’t tell me you were scared of little ol’ me,” she needled then, flashing a falsely charming smile towards him and batting her lashes. It was clearly sarcastic, and for a moment she bore a striking similarity to her mother.
Shifting her weight (and wincing noticeably, much to her chagrin), Sjal lashed her tail against her flanks, still refusing to back down. If the stallion wanted to hurt her further, she’d be in no position to fight him, especially now that her blood was settling and the adrenaline was draining from her system. There was nothing left to buffer the aftereffects of his painful attacks, and she wanted more now than ever to just go hide in the woods. Why had she come to the Endless Blue in the first place?
"Speak."
--Ansgar.--
”Oh, like I was going to succeed,” she scoffed irritably, her ears pinned firmly to her skull. She’d never have managed to bring down the brute, even if she had scored a lucky hit. He was too big, and clearly too experienced, to have been defeated by a young girl still new to fighting. ”Don’t tell me you were scared of little ol’ me,” she needled then, flashing a falsely charming smile towards him and batting her lashes. It was clearly sarcastic, and for a moment she bore a striking similarity to her mother.
Shifting her weight (and wincing noticeably, much to her chagrin), Sjal lashed her tail against her flanks, still refusing to back down. If the stallion wanted to hurt her further, she’d be in no position to fight him, especially now that her blood was settling and the adrenaline was draining from her system. There was nothing left to buffer the aftereffects of his painful attacks, and she wanted more now than ever to just go hide in the woods. Why had she come to the Endless Blue in the first place?
"Speak."
--Ansgar.--
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