05-21-2018, 10:44 AM
<link href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Amatic+SC" rel="stylesheet"><div align="center"><div style="border-left:#9d918f 3px solid;border-right:#9d918f 3px solid;background:#dddbd9;padding:16px 16px 12px 16px;width:500px;"><img src="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6c/05/26/6c05260d90783b8104f98f4f96f9b0d5.jpg" style="max-width:100%;border:1px solid #000;"><div style="width:500px;line-height:24px;font-family:amatic sc;font-size:50px;margin-left:-4px;text-shadow:#000 2px 0px 2px;color:#9d918f;letter-spacing:5px;text-transform:lowercase;text-align:center;">haze like a fever</div><div style="width:450px;padding:12px 4px 12px 4px;font-family:arial;text-transform:uppercase;font-size:9px;line-height:8px;letter-spacing:1px;text-align:center;color:#858582;">i fell like a dreamer for sweet tea and lemonade; it clings to my t-shirt it’s loud and it lingers, designed to suffocate. i light up to find what i’ve known all this time, there’s some beauty here yet</div><div style="font-family:times;font-size:13px;line-height:100%;text-align:justify;color:#25292c;">As Wishbone’s forelegs touch the ground again, the pair collide. With her feet securely on the ground again, the physics of the push forces the mahogany girl to take several quick steps backward. These movements send a few sharp jabs of pain along her left flank and the girl grits her teeth against the pain. Still, she moves forward and then to the left, away from Mosrael, at a slow trot. Her right shoulder draws upon a dull ache from the collision, but other than that she finds herself pleasantly undamaged from Mosrael’s attack.
Her opponent seems dazed however, and delivers a buck to the air where Wishbone had been a few moments ago. In the time it took for Mosrael to pivot, move forward to allow space between the pair, and shift her weight, Wishbone is already about fourteen feet away from her opponent’s side. She can feel their mock drawing to a close, and thus slows her gait to a halt. The flaring pain along her left flank dims with this ending of movement, and Wishbone takes the time to carefully evaluate the damage she received.
Her left tensor fascia latae muscle is swollen (and potentially torn slightly) and bruised from Mosrael’s hoof impact. There’s a superficial ache to her underbelly where teeth had scraped across her skin, but the dull sensation there feels like a fly’s bite compared to her flank. And besides those two, the bone of her right shoulder aches from the collision impact and she suspects she might feel tight and sore there in the following morning.
Wishbone’s amber eyes turn toward her opponent, where Mosrael is nodding and then slipping off the field. The girl does so a moment later, slick with sweat and eager to limp home and enjoy the salt of the ocean on her sore muscles.</div></div><font style="font-family:times;font-size:10px;color:#000;">credit to <i>eliza</i> of adoxography.</font></div></div>
word count: 306.
Her opponent seems dazed however, and delivers a buck to the air where Wishbone had been a few moments ago. In the time it took for Mosrael to pivot, move forward to allow space between the pair, and shift her weight, Wishbone is already about fourteen feet away from her opponent’s side. She can feel their mock drawing to a close, and thus slows her gait to a halt. The flaring pain along her left flank dims with this ending of movement, and Wishbone takes the time to carefully evaluate the damage she received.
Her left tensor fascia latae muscle is swollen (and potentially torn slightly) and bruised from Mosrael’s hoof impact. There’s a superficial ache to her underbelly where teeth had scraped across her skin, but the dull sensation there feels like a fly’s bite compared to her flank. And besides those two, the bone of her right shoulder aches from the collision impact and she suspects she might feel tight and sore there in the following morning.
Wishbone’s amber eyes turn toward her opponent, where Mosrael is nodding and then slipping off the field. The girl does so a moment later, slick with sweat and eager to limp home and enjoy the salt of the ocean on her sore muscles.</div></div><font style="font-family:times;font-size:10px;color:#000;">credit to <i>eliza</i> of adoxography.</font></div></div>
word count: 306.