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07-11-2012, 01:48 AM
Quietly she watched him, dark eyes observing his every move. One white-edged ear twitched in quiet amusement to witness his sudden awareness of the dragon that sat above and gazed down upon them. She had no intention of calling upon the dragon unless the circumstances demanded it, and he would know when his aid was most needed.
He approached her then, at her invitation, pacing forward at a slow trot while the summer sun beat down with a vengeance upon their dark coats. Her weight shifted slowly even as he closed the distance at an almost sedate pace. It was unusual, for her, being so accustomed to more fierce drives in these first moments. She suspected this would be no heated spar of trying to deal as much damage as possible in as little time as was given. Rather, a calculating one to instead. And that suited her just fine. They were fairly evenly matched, she thought. He was just that little bit taller, she the more heavily built though he'd strived for a muscularity she'd never thought to seek herself. Magic and cunning and strategy would tell in this.
Abruptly he lashed out, head snaking forward with spread jaws to nip and catch. Automatically she reared, to hear his teeth snap shut just a brief whisper from her skin. His hoof clacked off of hers, doing no damage but sent a flicker of surprise through Smoke's consciousness. He was fast, and very precise. She knew he'd meant to rake her leg, but only her own abrupt movement had kept that strike from doing any harm.
This assessment lasted less than a heartbeat, in the moment in which her rear reached the maximum height she'd intended, weight rocking back on her powerful haunches. Then she lunged forward, intending to drive her mass into his chest or shoulder, teeth snapping to catch at his neck, though she'd be just as happy with a grip on his mane. It was entirely intentional to be off center from him, wary as she was of the horn that sprouted from her forehead. Such a weapon had scarred her hide before, and she was not keen to feel one pierce her skin once more.
[1/2 - Rears to dodge his bite, unintentionally redirects kick against her own hoof. Lunges into him to shove and bite at neck/mane.]
He approached her then, at her invitation, pacing forward at a slow trot while the summer sun beat down with a vengeance upon their dark coats. Her weight shifted slowly even as he closed the distance at an almost sedate pace. It was unusual, for her, being so accustomed to more fierce drives in these first moments. She suspected this would be no heated spar of trying to deal as much damage as possible in as little time as was given. Rather, a calculating one to instead. And that suited her just fine. They were fairly evenly matched, she thought. He was just that little bit taller, she the more heavily built though he'd strived for a muscularity she'd never thought to seek herself. Magic and cunning and strategy would tell in this.
Abruptly he lashed out, head snaking forward with spread jaws to nip and catch. Automatically she reared, to hear his teeth snap shut just a brief whisper from her skin. His hoof clacked off of hers, doing no damage but sent a flicker of surprise through Smoke's consciousness. He was fast, and very precise. She knew he'd meant to rake her leg, but only her own abrupt movement had kept that strike from doing any harm.
This assessment lasted less than a heartbeat, in the moment in which her rear reached the maximum height she'd intended, weight rocking back on her powerful haunches. Then she lunged forward, intending to drive her mass into his chest or shoulder, teeth snapping to catch at his neck, though she'd be just as happy with a grip on his mane. It was entirely intentional to be off center from him, wary as she was of the horn that sprouted from her forehead. Such a weapon had scarred her hide before, and she was not keen to feel one pierce her skin once more.
[1/2 - Rears to dodge his bite, unintentionally redirects kick against her own hoof. Lunges into him to shove and bite at neck/mane.]
