08-31-2015, 09:01 PM
<link href='https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Alegreya|Poiret One' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'><style>#josc3{background:url('http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/insane43/mikanicole-deviantart-bg_zpsdtw9qpsx.jpg');background-size:600px;width:600px;border:#151412 1px solid;box-shadow:0px 0px 10px #151412;padding:0px;}#josc3pic{width:600px;z-index:0;position:relative;margin-top:0px;}#josc3box{width:550px;background-color:#3f4660;border:#151412 1px inset;opacity:0.8;z-index:1;position:relative;margin-top:-60px;margin-bottom:25px;}#josc3words{width:540px;color:#000000;font-family: 'Alegreya', serif;font-size:14px;}#josc3name{color:#f7f6f4;font-family: 'Poiret One', sans-serif;font-size:40px;text-transform:uppercase;margin-bottom:0px;margin-top:0px;}#josc3quote{color:#f7f6f4;font-family: 'Poiret One', sans-serif;font-size:12px;text-transform:uppercase;font-style:italic;}#josc3quote2{color:#000000;font-family: 'Alegreya', serif;font-size:14px;font-style:italic;margin-bottom:5px;margin-top:-8px;}</style><center><div id="josc3"><div id="josc3pic"><img width="600px" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/insane43/mikanicole-deviantart_zpsdwryaalu.png"></div><div id="josc3box"><p id="josc3quote">There's a song in your lung and a dream in your eye.</p><p align="justify" id="josc3words">He comes as expected, answering her brazen challenge. She stands upon the hardened ground, feet planted solidly against earth stained by eons of blood and sweat. Her golden eyes are fixed upon him as he approaches, watching him closely for signs of attack. He does not disappoint. He launches into a sprint, coming directly for her. He does not deviate from his course, nor does he prepare himself to strike with his hooves. He appears to be preparing to use the full force of his weight against her. She is at a disadvantage in that respect. She is shorter, her red body more delicate and refined than his. He outweighs her, he is stronger than she. But she is not helpless by any means. Her body is designed for speed and agility, her ability to fly without wings giving her swiftness and maneuverability an edge that others lack. She will use that to her advantage.
He comes at her, body edging ever so slightly to her left. She shies to her right to avoid his larger frame, but she misjudges his nearness, his swiftness. He clips her shoulder heavily, causing her body to flinch backwards. The shoulder will bruise, perhaps will even impact her mobility in future attacks. The attack pushes her back onto her haunches. Rather than pushing her off balance as he had likely hoped, she uses the force to her advantage. Her hind legs bend, coiling deftly into springs for her own counterattack. His heft had pushed the majority of her own weight onto her hindquarters. Bringing her forehand up, she launches into him as he slips past her, wings extending to take flight. Using the full, waiting force of her hind limbs, she springs forward, hooves aimed at the stallion’s haunches. She does not aim for a specific location, but rather at the entirety of the intricate network of muscles, hoping only to land her hooves in an area that would hurt. The hindquarters are the powerhouse of the horse. They provide the energy for nearly every movement he might make. By injuring any part of it (thigh, loins, buttock, stifle, she’s not picky, any of them would do), she would reduce the power he could wield against her. Any less power he could bring to bear would only benefit her.
His wings create a wind, swirling against the earth, kicking up dust as he pulls himself into the air. She is prepared for his flight. Wings are a slow and clumsy way to fly, at least when compared to her own ability. She is not prepared for the dust though. She blinks rapidly as she lifts herself off the ground, clearing the film from her eyes.
She pauses only a moment to clear her vision before arrowing straight at the bay stallion. When she is only feet from him, she flares sun bright as multiple beams of light spill from her body. She is careful not to send them in his direction (she doesn’t wish to kill him after all), but the white light would be blinding, hiding her intentions from his sight. She barrels towards him, aiming for his left wing. At the last moment, she jerks sideways, using the full force of her body weight and forward momentum to slam the right (uninjured) side of her body into his wing. With luck, she would cripple the appendage, rendering him unable to fly.</p><p id="josc3name">Joscelin</p><p id="josc3quote2">Tiphon x Elysteria</p></div></div><font size="1" color="#000000">html c insane | picture c mikanicole.deviantart.com</font></center>
He comes at her, body edging ever so slightly to her left. She shies to her right to avoid his larger frame, but she misjudges his nearness, his swiftness. He clips her shoulder heavily, causing her body to flinch backwards. The shoulder will bruise, perhaps will even impact her mobility in future attacks. The attack pushes her back onto her haunches. Rather than pushing her off balance as he had likely hoped, she uses the force to her advantage. Her hind legs bend, coiling deftly into springs for her own counterattack. His heft had pushed the majority of her own weight onto her hindquarters. Bringing her forehand up, she launches into him as he slips past her, wings extending to take flight. Using the full, waiting force of her hind limbs, she springs forward, hooves aimed at the stallion’s haunches. She does not aim for a specific location, but rather at the entirety of the intricate network of muscles, hoping only to land her hooves in an area that would hurt. The hindquarters are the powerhouse of the horse. They provide the energy for nearly every movement he might make. By injuring any part of it (thigh, loins, buttock, stifle, she’s not picky, any of them would do), she would reduce the power he could wield against her. Any less power he could bring to bear would only benefit her.
His wings create a wind, swirling against the earth, kicking up dust as he pulls himself into the air. She is prepared for his flight. Wings are a slow and clumsy way to fly, at least when compared to her own ability. She is not prepared for the dust though. She blinks rapidly as she lifts herself off the ground, clearing the film from her eyes.
She pauses only a moment to clear her vision before arrowing straight at the bay stallion. When she is only feet from him, she flares sun bright as multiple beams of light spill from her body. She is careful not to send them in his direction (she doesn’t wish to kill him after all), but the white light would be blinding, hiding her intentions from his sight. She barrels towards him, aiming for his left wing. At the last moment, she jerks sideways, using the full force of her body weight and forward momentum to slam the right (uninjured) side of her body into his wing. With luck, she would cripple the appendage, rendering him unable to fly.</p><p id="josc3name">Joscelin</p><p id="josc3quote2">Tiphon x Elysteria</p></div></div><font size="1" color="#000000">html c insane | picture c mikanicole.deviantart.com</font></center>