05-15-2016, 07:59 PM
Nitika
Paint Horse
14.3 hands
Medicine Hat
No traits
I'll agree to all the terms/rules you've set.
Nitika stood tall and proud as she faced the bay roan stallion. She’d seen him a couple of times throughout the Kingdom, even if they’d never spoken. Even while both of them were warriors, Nitika often stayed away from the others to practice her skills alone, or to head to other parts of the territory to explore and meet the herd mares that lived here.
However, she held respect for this stallion. He gave off a powerful aura, showing that not only was he strong physically, but most likely of mind as well. The strength of his mind and body gave him the two biggest advantages to lead and protect his herd. It was admirable, really. But Nitika wasn’t a mare that was easily impressed. Just because one was tall and appeared powerful said nothing about one’s skills are a warrior.
Nitika had learned to hone her size to her advantage. True, it gave her a better chance of speed, since, while she was muscular, her body style was lean and small, compact, which helped her to move faster as opposed to the taller horses, like Archam. She knew she’d never be that tall, and that was fine with her. She liked her smaller size; it made it easier to hide, even though her bright coloring gave her presence away fairly easily.
So that was why she began to hon her fighting skills, so that since predators might find her easily, she could protect herself. Her hooves and teeth had seen battle, she was no newbie to it. She could hold her own in battle, and that was something she would show this stallion, so he’d understand that, if he ever wanted to come after her in the future, she would not be swayed lightly, or taken easily whatsoever.
Archam dipped his head and told her he looked forward to learning from her, to see how she could do. Nitika was eager to meet that expectation; she’d show him that size never mattered, or gender either. Then, he was charging at her. He reared, and Nitika moved to the side, squealing in irritation when she felt his hooves make contact with her shoulder.
Stepping away from him quickly, Nitika took a small second to assess herself. The wound stung, much like a rash, from where his hooves had hit her, but it was nowhere near a fatal wound. If anything, it spurred her to fight. Like a flash of lightning, Nitika was charging back, lashing out with her teeth, aiming form his muzzle. However, just before she could make contact, she changed course. She kicked out with her back hooves, aiming to strike his hind legs to weaken the strength he held in them, something that would hopefully give her an advantage later in the battle.
Paint Horse
14.3 hands
Medicine Hat
No traits
I'll agree to all the terms/rules you've set.
Nitika stood tall and proud as she faced the bay roan stallion. She’d seen him a couple of times throughout the Kingdom, even if they’d never spoken. Even while both of them were warriors, Nitika often stayed away from the others to practice her skills alone, or to head to other parts of the territory to explore and meet the herd mares that lived here.
However, she held respect for this stallion. He gave off a powerful aura, showing that not only was he strong physically, but most likely of mind as well. The strength of his mind and body gave him the two biggest advantages to lead and protect his herd. It was admirable, really. But Nitika wasn’t a mare that was easily impressed. Just because one was tall and appeared powerful said nothing about one’s skills are a warrior.
Nitika had learned to hone her size to her advantage. True, it gave her a better chance of speed, since, while she was muscular, her body style was lean and small, compact, which helped her to move faster as opposed to the taller horses, like Archam. She knew she’d never be that tall, and that was fine with her. She liked her smaller size; it made it easier to hide, even though her bright coloring gave her presence away fairly easily.
So that was why she began to hon her fighting skills, so that since predators might find her easily, she could protect herself. Her hooves and teeth had seen battle, she was no newbie to it. She could hold her own in battle, and that was something she would show this stallion, so he’d understand that, if he ever wanted to come after her in the future, she would not be swayed lightly, or taken easily whatsoever.
Archam dipped his head and told her he looked forward to learning from her, to see how she could do. Nitika was eager to meet that expectation; she’d show him that size never mattered, or gender either. Then, he was charging at her. He reared, and Nitika moved to the side, squealing in irritation when she felt his hooves make contact with her shoulder.
Stepping away from him quickly, Nitika took a small second to assess herself. The wound stung, much like a rash, from where his hooves had hit her, but it was nowhere near a fatal wound. If anything, it spurred her to fight. Like a flash of lightning, Nitika was charging back, lashing out with her teeth, aiming form his muzzle. However, just before she could make contact, she changed course. She kicked out with her back hooves, aiming to strike his hind legs to weaken the strength he held in them, something that would hopefully give her an advantage later in the battle.