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Ok. Ok. Keep calm. This surely must be a custom in Helovia. This is a custom. This had better be a custom. WHY THE HELL IS HE DOING THIS?!
Why yes, Kaj was having a minor mental meltdown. Everything was about power in his homeland. If you held the title of best Protector, you had to defend it constantly. The oblivious stallion was used to all of that. Biting, intimidation, threatening, even full challenges. But never, never had they faux-mounted one another! It made Kaj's masculinity quiver and roar with rage, but it was easily silenced under the experience of acknowledgement of power. It was true he'd been put in his place before, so he turned to that instead of freaking out like he wanted. Every nerve screamed at him to lift himself to the air, damn fairness and sportsmanship. Kaj had stayed away from the air because he could not always rely on it, and was a bit rusty on the ground. Even so he had the desire to let the wind fill his wings, to show Maskan that he was no duckling, but a fierce bird of prey that was king of its domain- the sky.
Nevertheless the earthquake of his body had successfully removed Maskan, the weight sliding like thick mud off his hind end. With the new freedom, Kaj erupted into life like a volcano. Compared to having Maskan's fat ass on him- not that he'd ever use such vulgar language off the battlefield- he felt light as a feather.
Instinct took over for a few brief moments out of his control.
Freedom!
Spirit told him to hail towards the sky, show Maskan that he meant business, but Kaj slammed down that urge. Once again Kaj reprimanded the battle instincts driven like runes into his mind. This was not a fight to the death. Blood would not be spread over the sand that afternoon. Inwardly he kicked himself brutally in the face for getting so distracted, again. A blow came to his legs, but with Kaj's new movement in taking the loss of weight to his advantage, it was hardly even worth being called a scrape. Teeth grazed over his canvas in the same manner, and much to Maskan's idea Kaj did move away. He'd had quite enough of those teeth in his hide, thanks. Gritting his own, the ochre brute whipped his tail as fiercely as he could at Maskan's stomach, knowing it wasn't a true attack but also aware of how annoying the sharp sting of a tail could be. Wind buffeted at his wings, and it nearly lurched him skyward with their position. It was almost impressive, considering his frame. Maybe he was the fat ass.
Coming down from that brief hop skyward wasn't nearly as pleasant. Fire surged up his injured leg, dizzying him. Was it the wind kicking up the sand that made his vision so blurry? Every sharp breath that followed ached, both from the bruising in one of Maskan's first attacks and the harsher ones from the 'mounting'. But he could take more pain than a few bumps and bruises. What really killed him was the long streak down his right shoulder, persistent. Kaj needed more than anything to get off it, but tried to ignore it. Yet, when he turned, Maskan had his hind end aimed threateningly towards the younger stallion. Good, he needed space too. Needing a moment of reprieve as well, Kaj let his wings unfurl as if trying to touch the horizons of the earth. The wind came, and like an open canvas they were filled and he was aloft. The instant relief from his leg was bliss, and he could barely hide it. Hovering where he was, he thanked the wind just as much as he cursed it, remembering the sting of his forelock and the sand in his eyes and nose early on.
Quietly he remained where he was, though it strained his clipped right wing and shoulders to keep himself in one place. Hearing Maskan was a little difficult, so Kaj tilted his appendages slightly to bring himself forward on the next downstroke. Slowly his war face melted off like dripping paint, and a relieved, respectful smile took up the pedestal of his visage. It was over. "Thank you, sir. You are a worthy fighter, it was a pleasure and an honor to spar with you." Though the cadence of his words seemed almost old-fashioned, glow of kinship was hoisted within his irises. Maskan had won his respect fairly, and Kaj had no problem with admitting his highly likely loss. Youth was sore, and tired. But...he was happy. He'd fought his best, and learned a lot from the teacher his Queen had chosen for him.
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WC: 794
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Thank you! You were awesome!
Injuries: Bruised right side, bruised two ribs on right side from first kick. Bite on right wing where the marginal coverts lay. Long gash from lower right shoulder to a few inches below right knee. Sore right wing from smashing Maskan over the head, slightly strained shoulder muscles. Bite on lower right side of his neck. Slight graze near croup from teeth. Bruising on flanks. Very light scrape over back of right hock. Generally sore and bruised heehee. (This is more for me than you, Blu ^^ Or I'll forget and won't put it in his little liner thingie majagie haha.)
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[complete] Sink into Reflex, Maskan
