A smokey gray coat dashes with ashy looking dapples. She strode through the forest. The deep forest. The snow was beginning to melt and the sun peeked it's way through the clouds. The smokey figure walked leisurely along, but she wanted to cause havoc for some odd reason. She quickened her pace merging into a smooth gaited canter. Movements were steady and rounded. Intelligent, but powerless. "Fuck him." She was talking about Abyss. She wanted to crush someone or something. She neighed loudly summoning someone to spar with her.
She trotted now. Her head arched. She stopped dead in her tracks and her front half was held effortlessly on her back legs. She was already sweating. Wild and enraged. She wanted to win. It became a lust. All she wanted was the thrill of the fight. Her thin body weaves around the trees very easily, but she isn't the strongest...
A twig snap and she was alerted, but unaware of what direction the attacker will come from. "You go first. You'll need it!" Her voice booming. Injecting fear everywhere. She isn't defenseless she has years of experience, but the odds are not so much in her favor...
OOC: setting is in a thick forest, no path just trees. 600 word limit. Three attack post plus a closing defense! No companions or magic, just physical!
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The rusty coated mare huffed and hissed, angrily kicking stones from her imaginary path. The air was warming, the snow melting and dripping from the boughs above her. She was frustrated. Some of those wretched bird brained idiots had called down to her from above, laughing at her for no reason. If only I could rip the feathers from their wings, she hissed in her head, I would give them something to laugh at.
Then, she heard an odd call. Someone begging for a fight. Stellaluna snorted, and rolled her amber eyes. But still, the demand intrigued her. She quietly changed direction, slinking through the trees like a tigress on the hunt. The now melting snow exposed the decaying leaves from fall time, and the unfamiliar sun accentuated the dapples that poured down her back. She was a camouflaged hunter. Then, the beast came into view. No horn rested upon her brow. “Filth,” Stellaluna hissed. She knew what she must do. She would spring, digging her horns into the fleshy side of the silver dapple, puncturing her heart and leaving her to bleed out on the forest floor. A sick smile spread across Stellaluna’s face, and in her fantasizing, she didn’t notice the stick that soon met one of her golden hooves.
At the snapping of the twig her prey become aware of her approach. Stellaluna cussed, then sprang. Her petite frame made her agile, easily lifting over the fallen tree that separated her and Tainted. She dropped her head down, hoping to land a blow and slice the grey mare’s shoulder, marring her silver coat. She wheeled away, after her attempt at making contact, and spun on her heels, facing the opposing mare.
You filthy wretch,”“ the racist called out. “You come to this forest and look for a fight? You have no spear upon your brow to defend yourself. Hell, you don’t even have the wings of one of the filthy fliers to carry you away from an assault! How pathetic!” Stellaluna spat the last word, her amber eyes full of rage directed to her inferior. “But, I am feeling generous today,” the rusty mare offered, “I will make your end quick. That is, if you don’t fight it.”
Stellaluna stood strong, waiting for the mare to surrender, or to attempt an attack.
[ Words: 385 | Post: 1/3 | Stellaluna launches herself at her opponent, hoping to slice open Tainted's side and leave a decent gash. ]
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Twig. Then there were heavy hoof beats pounding towards her. Only a brown blob. It was actually a unicorn mare. She aimed her horn for her shoulder. Tainted tried to recoil to lessen the impact, but wasn't totally successful, but only because the mares horn was long ang scraped the mare's shoulder. Aggravated, she walks next to the other fae. "Why so harsh?" Her voice was sarcasm and from one calm question, she reared high and tried kicking her on the top of her back.
She went back on all fours and tried clenching her pearls onto the dusted mare's shoulder. Her ears were pinned back and was starting to sweat. Her nostrils were indeed flared and the whites in her eyes were showing their whites. Her head still unbearably arched. She was very hyper, but slightly drained from birthing and looking for her foal.
The lean figure wanted to see what the unicorn would throw at her. The dusted one wasn't noral. She was traditional. Cloven hooves. Leonine tail. A horn? In many ways she was like Tainted and wasn't. Various ways of her set of choices matched those of Tainted's.
OOC: Tainted tries to move away from her bladed horn, but still gets a scrape. She stands next to the mare and rears, but as she does so, she tries to kick Stellaluna with her flailing hooves. Once on all fours, she try's biting the mares shoulder. AP: 1/3
Stellaluna gave a high laugh, enjoying the bit of blood that glistened on her longest horn's tip. Unexpectedly, the other mare recoiled, reared, and brought her hooves down heavy, aiming at Stellaluna's back. Stellaluna danced away nimbly, but her opponent's hooves still made harsh contact with Stellaluna's rib cage. The rusty mare cussed, leaping to the side. She gasped in pain - her ribs were sturdy, but now bruised. It pained her to breathe deep. In her reflex, she avoided tainted bite.
"You bitch!" Stellaluna snarled, spinning and lashing out her strong hind legs towards the mare's dipped head as Tainted dipped for a bite. A full blow would knock the mate unconscious, but even a tap would leave he mate unbalanced and disoriented. She pinned her ears back, her amber pools full of fire and rage. Quick as a viper, Stellaluna returned to the mare, her teeth set for the slim throat of the silver filth. She wished to main, spill the glorious red blood of life upon the forest floor.
[Tainted's attack bruises Stellaluna's ribs, leaving her with a bit of pain during respiration. She avoids the bite. In return, she strikes out with her hind hooves, and bites at the throat. | 2/3
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