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02-22-2013, 09:12 PM
The ebony stallion gives a grunt of quiet satisfaction as he rams successfully into the tall, slender Thoroughbred- his extra weight compared to the pegasus' litheness would, if all went well, tip the scales towards Treand. For a moment all he feels is feathers and smooth hide, but by the time the stallion is attempting to bite at his neck, Treand is moving past, oily black legs already flashing out, packing all his strength behind it. A tremor runs up his hinds as they make contact with the hardened muscle of a thigh, and as he comes down to all fours teeth snatch at his leg, his right leg; Treand squeals his displeasure. Immediately his right hind throbs, steady and hot, and the unicorn allows himself a brief grimace, before arranging his features back into the scowling uniformity.
While Treand does not allow himself to be fully pulled away by thoughts, there is the quickest of seconds where his mind tries to process the information Azzaron offered by questioning his relationship to Delinne. What does the pegasus fluff-brain have to do with her? Surely Delinne does not like the ones not blessed with a horn upon their brows. It was unimaginable that the daughter he had raised, in the few moments he had cared for her, anyway, had taken a pegasus on as a friend... or more? No. Certainly this stallion was nothing more than an acquaintance. Treand refused to think there was more to it. Yet the way this stallion spoke, it was as if he cared about Treand's bitch daughter. As if! Delinne was too good for scum- and she was subject to him. In her later days, Treand was going to rape her, he had no doubt of, for his twisted, foul mind went beyond the simple abusive father. It went to inbreeding and dark deeds, the pain of the sword upon his brow should she disobey. For most part, however, the Friesian had ignored her, until she would've been due to become queen. Even after her 'coronation', little would've happened to her, apart from bearing colts as he ordered her.
The wind twisted as the Delinne-someone shot up from the ground, wings flaring. For a moment Treand kept barreling past, hooves sliding over the ground, finding it difficult to find purchase of the slick surface, until he digs in with his hinds, nearly sitting on his hindquarters. Swiftly he turns; his mouth twisted and he reared, muscles tensing, before giving way reluctantly, falling to the ground with heavy feet, backing away silently, crimson eyes watching the stallion with murderous intent. "Going somewhere, insolent wretch? Quite the filly you are- too afraid of me, are you? That's understandable for a fool like you." Treand snarled, one hoof gouging into the slick surface. Slowly he had rotated around until the sun was at his back, knowing this would be a powerful instrument to blinding the opponent. Of course, it was an old trick in the book, Treand had to admit however reluctantly, and the golden pegasus was probably well-aware to keep circling. The searing white of the rising sun was not something to be looked upon by any but the gods.
Attack Post: 2/4
WC: 496
Summary: Azzaron's bite is dodged. As Treand kicks out, Azzaron's teeth make contact and slide off the right leg; when Azzaron takes off, Treand stops and then turns, rearing up in a futile attempt to reach him. After, he circles until the sun is at his back.
OOC: Sorry I forgot the summary <3
While Treand does not allow himself to be fully pulled away by thoughts, there is the quickest of seconds where his mind tries to process the information Azzaron offered by questioning his relationship to Delinne. What does the pegasus fluff-brain have to do with her? Surely Delinne does not like the ones not blessed with a horn upon their brows. It was unimaginable that the daughter he had raised, in the few moments he had cared for her, anyway, had taken a pegasus on as a friend... or more? No. Certainly this stallion was nothing more than an acquaintance. Treand refused to think there was more to it. Yet the way this stallion spoke, it was as if he cared about Treand's bitch daughter. As if! Delinne was too good for scum- and she was subject to him. In her later days, Treand was going to rape her, he had no doubt of, for his twisted, foul mind went beyond the simple abusive father. It went to inbreeding and dark deeds, the pain of the sword upon his brow should she disobey. For most part, however, the Friesian had ignored her, until she would've been due to become queen. Even after her 'coronation', little would've happened to her, apart from bearing colts as he ordered her.
The wind twisted as the Delinne-someone shot up from the ground, wings flaring. For a moment Treand kept barreling past, hooves sliding over the ground, finding it difficult to find purchase of the slick surface, until he digs in with his hinds, nearly sitting on his hindquarters. Swiftly he turns; his mouth twisted and he reared, muscles tensing, before giving way reluctantly, falling to the ground with heavy feet, backing away silently, crimson eyes watching the stallion with murderous intent. "Going somewhere, insolent wretch? Quite the filly you are- too afraid of me, are you? That's understandable for a fool like you." Treand snarled, one hoof gouging into the slick surface. Slowly he had rotated around until the sun was at his back, knowing this would be a powerful instrument to blinding the opponent. Of course, it was an old trick in the book, Treand had to admit however reluctantly, and the golden pegasus was probably well-aware to keep circling. The searing white of the rising sun was not something to be looked upon by any but the gods.
Attack Post: 2/4
WC: 496
Summary: Azzaron's bite is dodged. As Treand kicks out, Azzaron's teeth make contact and slide off the right leg; when Azzaron takes off, Treand stops and then turns, rearing up in a futile attempt to reach him. After, he circles until the sun is at his back.
OOC: Sorry I forgot the summary <3
