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Night Runner [Ru vs Albrecht]

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Aurora Basin Impersonator atk: 6 | def: 8.5 | dam: 2.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.1hh :: 19 (Orangemoon) HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE
Strom :: Suma Ball Python :: None Townsen
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Albrecht

The silhouette turns, earthbound now, though its wings remain outstretched. A ridge of – Horn? Hair? Feathers? – rises on the crest of its neck and between its ears, furrowing the old stallion's brows. So it’s not Gaal then, he thinks with a sigh, his expression deflating with disappointment, but the figure moves toward him no less enthusiastically for whatever emotion might be visible across the distance, first briskly trotting, then cantering. The black's ears swivel in apprehension as the winged stranger continues to pick up speed, advancing despite his worried posture. By the time she reaches him, for he can see clearly now that it’s a mare, slightly smaller than him but also younger and stouter, she’s openly charging, bearing down upon him like a force of nature.

What the hell did he do this time? He wonders, but the mare gives no explanation, skipping all due process and moving straight to sentencing. His instincts shout for him to run, to flee to the safety of the Basin before he gets the shit kicked out of him a second time, but the old black resists, planting his hooves and tensing, flinching in anticipation of the impending collision, desperately trying to rationalize with the dread clanging dire warnings in his head that to take the hit on his terms will result in less injury than it would to - literally - take it up the ass while trying to escape, because though his legs are long and his lungs are getting stronger with every day that he wanders to escape the creeping cold in his bones, the mare has been gifted with enormous wings and they, by their very nature, give her an insurmountable advantage in maneuverability and ground coverage.

The whump of flesh meeting flesh, the mare's forequarters slamming squarely into his right shoulder, sounds loud and hollow in the cold thinned air. Her momentum shoves the stallion back several feet, his legs scrambling to keep him upright while his lungs gasp for breath, everything they’d held before having been instantly driven out by the force of impact. He hadn’t expected her to be so strong. His body is ringing with shock, the right side of his front half simultaneously numbed from the blood being crushed out of it and deeply bruised by the trauma of being smashed between their two hefty skeletons, heat and pain only slowly returning and radiating out from the two circular epicenters where her knees had struck. It's all he can do not to crumple beneath her, a sudden sense of outrage helping to keep him precariously upright. Who is this feathery fuck? He seethes. She's pummeling him and he hasn't even insulted her yet!

Ears pinned flat to his skull now, the black inhales sharply, rallying himself and leaning into the mare's momentum, hoping to stop her assault from continuing through and past him, to hold her still if only for the briefest of moments. His head snakes to his right, toward the mare's right side if she hasn't yet changed direction, his mouth open and reaching for the large knuckle of her right wing, where the extra limb folds and begins to slope backward when not held taut. He mentally praises himself for having worn the metallic tooth caps and malachite amulet, as if it had been forethought and not simple cold that made him do it, snapping violently at the joint, hoping to grab and puncture the delicate capsule, to completely incapacitate the mare's ability to fly.

He shifts his weight onto his hind legs then, tucking his hocks underneath himself and forcibly lifting his barrel, dragging his right shoulder and foreleg up with it though they hang like dead weight from his body, still stunned and buzzing with pain. He grunts with the effort, but persists, determined to hook himself over top of the mare, to pin her down by her withers, neck, wing - whatever part of her is still nearby - to limit her mobility by any means possible in the event that his first attack failed to ground her.


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Messages In This Thread
Night Runner [Ru vs Albrecht] - by Ru - 03-12-2017, 03:56 PM
RE: Night Runner [Ru vs Albrecht] - by Albrecht - 03-21-2017, 04:59 PM
RE: Night Runner [Ru vs Albrecht] - by Ru - 03-29-2017, 07:07 AM
RE: Night Runner [Ru vs Albrecht] - by Albrecht - 04-07-2017, 10:14 AM
RE: Night Runner [Ru vs Albrecht] - by Blu - 04-29-2017, 11:27 AM

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