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01-06-2013, 08:07 PM
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Tough muscles seemed to but-heads as sweat dripped from the grullo’s back, neck, and forehead. The success of Levi twisting Midas’s wing back slightly taking him off balance did not feel victorious. Midas was a brother and a herd mate, most unlikely to feel victory of hurting him. It was the divine honor of training himself which made him feel the most victorious. Win or lose it was a great training session and a great spar. The pure adrenaline rush was incredible as the blood flowed through his veins pressuring him to his moves. Bloody wounds were gashing down his sturdy neck as little drops of blood flew into the sand and in the air. The pressure of leaning against Midas was quite exhilarating, but just because the brute was taller did not give him an advantage. Midas was built well for battle since he was muscled and strong. He wasn’t just strong on the outside, but seemed to be content within himself, within his mind collecting his thoughts and forcing his limbs to do so as they were told. The flow of the spar was almost perfect, neither of the stallion seemed to miss a thing. Both strong and well coming together, Levi picked up everything that his herd mate was showing him. Time would only be able to say when Levi would be able to be content and true to himself. Silver orbs grew wide as Midas lunged his maw forwards succeeding in grasping Levi’s chest from all of the movement. The sensation of pain urged in the area, but Levi could take a bite. Muscle had built up from the tense trainings, flying, and running. The pain was still exhilarating, but the adrenaline rush kept Levi moving on. Still pressing himself against Midas, he gave a huge burst of energy towards the side that met Midas’s to thrust him over. Attempting to snap his teeth towards Midas’s ear, he lunged himself towards him. Hot breath streamed out of his heavy breathing nostrils as he continued to see what the spar held next. The sandy colored smoke blinded the surrounding view of Midas. Levi was unsure where his brother was for a moment, but soon enough there was a slight fade in which he saw a musty white come into view. A whinny of bewilderment pierced through the musky air. Levi had grown up in the Throat, so musty air was not a big deal to him, it was actually easier for him to deal with the little specks of sand, than any other element. Droplets of water, wind, fire, or particles of earth sand were the one thing that Levi was immune to. Midas also seemed to be immune to sand ass well since they could both work well with it. Flapping his massive wings, Midas had taken flight. Confusion of battle and body structure Levi could not see Midas at first. All the brute saw was the little particles of dust and sand surrounding his presence. The sudden sound of flapping wings took its course as Levi could hear where Midas was. He was above the brute, but he was not very quiet about it. Swooping down Midas attempted to grasp something of Levi’s top line. Twisting his body, Levi lowered himself towards the ground, but Midas did succeed in taking a little clump of Levi’s silver threaded mane. Levi was not satisfied that he had not given Midas a good blow, but he felt connected and more bonded to Midas when they had first met. He wanted this for training, not to injure one or another. Levi wanted the pure joy of trust and training, nothing more. The heavy feeling of the adrenaline had stopped. Peace seemed to overcome the land once again as the two stallions finally calmed themselves. Levi stood in place gazing his silvery flecks towards Midas as blood trickled down his neck. Walking towards his brother, Levi only got slightly closer to say a few words “Midas, thank you for this, brother. I have learned much today and you have helped me to become a better warrior and learn more about the art of war. It was honor training with you and maybe sometime we can spar again.” Bowing his head slightly he turned around and sped off towards the river of the Throat. [OOC: Opening post (1/1)(2/2) Thank you Angel(: This was a blast and great training! Maybe we can spar sometime in the future :3 Attack: Trusting his body as hard as he could to knock Midas over. As he trust himself, he tries to snap at Midas's ear or neck. Defense: Ducking, body strong and tucked. Hooves pressed hard into the sand. Injuries: Neck wound from Midas biting his neck<3 "Talk talk talk." |
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