07-24-2016, 02:47 PM
ROMEK
Romek’s teeth find purchase on Andras’ neck and he is swung around with the momentum of Andras’ movement (and his neck will surely be a little sore tomorrow), slamming the left side of his body into the right side of his opponent. At this sudden jerk his freshly-injured shoulder screams but it is mostly drowned out by the sound of his humming blood, and the taste of warm blood in his mouth. As Andras bolts forward, Romek’s front paws scrabble to find purchase on the skin of the young stallion, intending to dig the claws in as deep as possible. Partially to secure his position on the stallion’s neck and back (his bite was not as high up the neck as intended, but at a more broad section of his neck, where it was more difficult to get a good grasp on the flesh) but also to inflict damage – this would be his final attack.
It is no wonder Andras is feeling fatigued. The Siberian tiger is a heavy weight to bear, and Romek is dragging his hind feet along the floor in an attempt to slow him down. A horse is much faster than a tiger, and Romek will never be able to catch the boy again if he lets go of him.
Andras rears and for a moment Romek is hovering in mid air, his back legs dangling somewhat. It’s an entirely unpleasant sensation for the tiger, and loosening his grip a lot as his muscles desperately tried to keep his balance and prevent him from falling beneath his opponent. Even for a tiger, hooves are dangerous. But Andras does not fall onto his feet, instead flopping on to the ground. Romek’s back legs hit the earth first and he skitters backwards out of the way somewhat, before the rest of the stallion comes crashing down – hard. At that moment, Romek bails on the hold on the neck, choosing instead to try to avoid being squashed to death. He manages to disengage nimbly, but still slams into the floor on his side, knocking the wind from his chest. He can’t breathe, and the pain is burning throughout his chest and throat, and his shoulder throbs too, having landed on it, exacerbating the fresh injuries already there.
Panting, he shifts back into his horse form, somewhat doubled over before he stands up straight and gives a nod to his opponent. The battle is over.
It is no wonder Andras is feeling fatigued. The Siberian tiger is a heavy weight to bear, and Romek is dragging his hind feet along the floor in an attempt to slow him down. A horse is much faster than a tiger, and Romek will never be able to catch the boy again if he lets go of him.
Andras rears and for a moment Romek is hovering in mid air, his back legs dangling somewhat. It’s an entirely unpleasant sensation for the tiger, and loosening his grip a lot as his muscles desperately tried to keep his balance and prevent him from falling beneath his opponent. Even for a tiger, hooves are dangerous. But Andras does not fall onto his feet, instead flopping on to the ground. Romek’s back legs hit the earth first and he skitters backwards out of the way somewhat, before the rest of the stallion comes crashing down – hard. At that moment, Romek bails on the hold on the neck, choosing instead to try to avoid being squashed to death. He manages to disengage nimbly, but still slams into the floor on his side, knocking the wind from his chest. He can’t breathe, and the pain is burning throughout his chest and throat, and his shoulder throbs too, having landed on it, exacerbating the fresh injuries already there.
Panting, he shifts back into his horse form, somewhat doubled over before he stands up straight and gives a nod to his opponent. The battle is over.
fuck all your dreams, they’re not all they seem