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06-03-2012, 11:26 AM
Gossamer the Benevolent
Mar 7, 2012, 1:46am
[2 paragraph form, magic/companions permitted, 4 posts each + closing defense. Judged Please
Setting: Open area battlefield, hard packed sand, sunny, but cold
NOTE: I'm writing this as if outside of herd life/implications from fighting as this is just practice for me really. So like, a warrior spar or something wouldn't apply here I don't think]
A pure white fem entered the clearing with tentative steps. The hard packed sand beneath her feet was unyielding to her steps. Though the chill air whisked away any warmth in the air, the sun stubbornly shone down in defiance. This gentle fem with the mark of virtue on her shoulder, she was not here for herself, she was here out of necessity. The had only battled once and trained one before she had been done with the archaic matter of fighting. But now, she had to learn because she had been chosen to lead a herd. As a mare who had previously been a healer, she was still having a difficult time coping with the matter. Yet, as a lead, she reminded herself that she could no longer afford to be ruled solely by her morals.
Thus, the 16hh mare stood in the clearing and looked about. Lazulli, who sat upon her back, bristled with excitement at the prospect of finally being allowed to truly use his skills. Gossamer, in preparation, closed off her mind to all but her beloved bonded. It would be a necessary action to prepare for all possible situations she would face. She was filled with a sense of calm strength as she looked up to the sky, prayed to the gods for their guidance, and spoke in an even and confident voice, "I seek someone with which to train in a friendly battle". Though, from her words, it was clear she was asking for a horse to teach her, she spoke in a way that garnered respect. Her stance was prepared and held a kind of quiet honest strength as she waited for a reply to her call.
Boltar
Mar 7, 2012, 9:46pm
Boltar strode with masculine confidence through hardened sand, and he felt the cool air kiss the long furs on his sides. He was accustomed to much colder climates, so the grey hairs on his body were longer than most. Still, the hair did not hide the fact that his warmblood body was fit and lithe, capable. A proud and sturdy stride carried him forward, power growing from his hips as his tail swung naturally in his wake. The sun warmed him as his steps slowed to a halt, and he looked forward for his opponent.
Gracefully, she joined him on the battlefield, a white angel in the sand. One of his ears tilted to listen as the flutter of a dragon's wings met his ears, and he grimaced. Fighting against a dragon was not something he would wish on anymore, but he supposed he need to grow accustomed to all manners of warfare. For a moment she seemed to utter words to the heavens, and absently he wondered if they reached sympathetic ears. The stallion sighed. He was not one for relying on anything except his own hooves and body. Others could let you down, but his own heart would beat steadily still in his chest.
Boltar nodded to her words. "I shall train with you, My Lady," he said simply, his voice neither deep nor high. He was rather unassuming. Except for his electric blue eyes and scar running from the corner of his left orb, he was rather forgettable and average. He very much respected the mare who now stood across from him, and he would not disappoint. "We shall begin." He said firmly, though with no measure of disrespect.
Without flash or vocal cry, the grey stallion lunged forward, light on his feet. The sand was unyielding and offered excellent footing for his style. Boltar rarely ever went for a usual move, and he resorted instead to the strange and obscure. Once his body was close after lunging forward, he jumped to her hip and stomped downward with his left hoof, aiming to catch the front of her left hind leg. At the same time, he lowered his neck and opened his jaws, snapping at the tendon that ran along the top of her hock.
Gossamer the Benevolent
Mar 8, 2012, 2:01am
The stallion who answered her call was, surprisingly, quite equal to the mare cloaked in white. He was 16hh and about equally built, though, she admitted his frame was slightly more sporty than her own. Except for a scar running down one eye, he seemed to have no distinguishing feature and looked rather average. A less wise horse would think this an advantage, but Gossamer knew this would only serve as a hindrance, rather than an aid; for one could not easily discern his character. It allowed him an air of mystery. Despite the difficulties, his grey form was obviously male, well muscled and strong. He would also certainly not be an easy fight due to the sameness they shared. Too equal a match often induced a stalemate, as she had learned whilst healing horses from battles in her younger years. Regardless, she could always use his brute strength against him. Just before the battle began, her thoughts trailed back to her first training spar with Gunslinger, he had charged at her right away, and she steadied herself for such an attack.
She was quickly rewarded for her preparations, as he chose the charge tactic she had recalled. Lazulli, overeager from all the action, screeched happily and dived towards the charging grey with a stream of fire burning from his mouth. The intent was not to burn the horse in any way, except to perhaps singe some hair, but an attempt to distract and throw the horse off his mark. Despite her gratitude, she was a bit perturbed at the early use of aid as it made her seem weaker. Still, the dragon hadn't really done anything to take over the battle so she really could not complain. She responded to this charge herself by darting forward, just out of the range of his grasping hooves. This move was quickly followed by a sideways kick outwards, towards ,perhaps, his shoulder or upper leg if the attack landed. As soon as her leg hit ground she swung her lithe form about so her head was aligned with Boltar's left hip and her ass in a similar location to where it had been during the kick. Remembering again what Gun had taught her, she stayed close to the grey, preventing an easy retreat, and aimed a decent bite at her opponent's left flank. Her mind was racing with thoughts. He was unique, this one. Her first thought was that she would have to use every ounce of her grace and intelligence to win, her second was that she was happy to have snatched him as her warrior, and her last was lost as she focused her full concentration on the attacks she was carrying out.
Mar 7, 2012, 1:46am
[2 paragraph form, magic/companions permitted, 4 posts each + closing defense. Judged Please
Setting: Open area battlefield, hard packed sand, sunny, but cold
NOTE: I'm writing this as if outside of herd life/implications from fighting as this is just practice for me really. So like, a warrior spar or something wouldn't apply here I don't think]
A pure white fem entered the clearing with tentative steps. The hard packed sand beneath her feet was unyielding to her steps. Though the chill air whisked away any warmth in the air, the sun stubbornly shone down in defiance. This gentle fem with the mark of virtue on her shoulder, she was not here for herself, she was here out of necessity. The had only battled once and trained one before she had been done with the archaic matter of fighting. But now, she had to learn because she had been chosen to lead a herd. As a mare who had previously been a healer, she was still having a difficult time coping with the matter. Yet, as a lead, she reminded herself that she could no longer afford to be ruled solely by her morals.
Thus, the 16hh mare stood in the clearing and looked about. Lazulli, who sat upon her back, bristled with excitement at the prospect of finally being allowed to truly use his skills. Gossamer, in preparation, closed off her mind to all but her beloved bonded. It would be a necessary action to prepare for all possible situations she would face. She was filled with a sense of calm strength as she looked up to the sky, prayed to the gods for their guidance, and spoke in an even and confident voice, "I seek someone with which to train in a friendly battle". Though, from her words, it was clear she was asking for a horse to teach her, she spoke in a way that garnered respect. Her stance was prepared and held a kind of quiet honest strength as she waited for a reply to her call.
Boltar
Mar 7, 2012, 9:46pm
Boltar strode with masculine confidence through hardened sand, and he felt the cool air kiss the long furs on his sides. He was accustomed to much colder climates, so the grey hairs on his body were longer than most. Still, the hair did not hide the fact that his warmblood body was fit and lithe, capable. A proud and sturdy stride carried him forward, power growing from his hips as his tail swung naturally in his wake. The sun warmed him as his steps slowed to a halt, and he looked forward for his opponent.
Gracefully, she joined him on the battlefield, a white angel in the sand. One of his ears tilted to listen as the flutter of a dragon's wings met his ears, and he grimaced. Fighting against a dragon was not something he would wish on anymore, but he supposed he need to grow accustomed to all manners of warfare. For a moment she seemed to utter words to the heavens, and absently he wondered if they reached sympathetic ears. The stallion sighed. He was not one for relying on anything except his own hooves and body. Others could let you down, but his own heart would beat steadily still in his chest.
Boltar nodded to her words. "I shall train with you, My Lady," he said simply, his voice neither deep nor high. He was rather unassuming. Except for his electric blue eyes and scar running from the corner of his left orb, he was rather forgettable and average. He very much respected the mare who now stood across from him, and he would not disappoint. "We shall begin." He said firmly, though with no measure of disrespect.
Without flash or vocal cry, the grey stallion lunged forward, light on his feet. The sand was unyielding and offered excellent footing for his style. Boltar rarely ever went for a usual move, and he resorted instead to the strange and obscure. Once his body was close after lunging forward, he jumped to her hip and stomped downward with his left hoof, aiming to catch the front of her left hind leg. At the same time, he lowered his neck and opened his jaws, snapping at the tendon that ran along the top of her hock.
Gossamer the Benevolent
Mar 8, 2012, 2:01am
The stallion who answered her call was, surprisingly, quite equal to the mare cloaked in white. He was 16hh and about equally built, though, she admitted his frame was slightly more sporty than her own. Except for a scar running down one eye, he seemed to have no distinguishing feature and looked rather average. A less wise horse would think this an advantage, but Gossamer knew this would only serve as a hindrance, rather than an aid; for one could not easily discern his character. It allowed him an air of mystery. Despite the difficulties, his grey form was obviously male, well muscled and strong. He would also certainly not be an easy fight due to the sameness they shared. Too equal a match often induced a stalemate, as she had learned whilst healing horses from battles in her younger years. Regardless, she could always use his brute strength against him. Just before the battle began, her thoughts trailed back to her first training spar with Gunslinger, he had charged at her right away, and she steadied herself for such an attack.
She was quickly rewarded for her preparations, as he chose the charge tactic she had recalled. Lazulli, overeager from all the action, screeched happily and dived towards the charging grey with a stream of fire burning from his mouth. The intent was not to burn the horse in any way, except to perhaps singe some hair, but an attempt to distract and throw the horse off his mark. Despite her gratitude, she was a bit perturbed at the early use of aid as it made her seem weaker. Still, the dragon hadn't really done anything to take over the battle so she really could not complain. She responded to this charge herself by darting forward, just out of the range of his grasping hooves. This move was quickly followed by a sideways kick outwards, towards ,perhaps, his shoulder or upper leg if the attack landed. As soon as her leg hit ground she swung her lithe form about so her head was aligned with Boltar's left hip and her ass in a similar location to where it had been during the kick. Remembering again what Gun had taught her, she stayed close to the grey, preventing an easy retreat, and aimed a decent bite at her opponent's left flank. Her mind was racing with thoughts. He was unique, this one. Her first thought was that she would have to use every ounce of her grace and intelligence to win, her second was that she was happy to have snatched him as her warrior, and her last was lost as she focused her full concentration on the attacks she was carrying out.
