08-31-2016, 10:23 AM
Horse's Stats
Raxa
Mare
6 years
Quarter Horse
No traits
Red brindled roan with paint splotches
15.2 hh
I will agree to the terms you have posted. Since I am going first, I will leave the decision if there will be complete dodges up to you.
The frigid temperatures of winter surrounding the mare did nothing to calm the fire blazing within her heart. A warrior's blood pumped through her veins, her electric blue eyes flashed with the fury of a storm. She was ready to fight once more, to prove her superiority as a warrior and that she would be fine to defend her kingdom.
She knew she had to be a bit careful. Engaging in a mock battle in her condition; there was a reason it was a mock battle though. The two horses would not be aiming to kill one another, just to test out their skills, evaluate what kind of warrior they've become. This would also be a test of her skills when it came to avoiding damage in battle. She had something to protect, which meant she had to keep her belly away from those flying hooves.
The mare stomped her front hooves a number of times as she faced the stallion across the field from her. He was a proud gray beast, his Arabian physique slightly offset by the Friesian head he boasted. Raxa's conformation exhibited the true traits of a Quarter Horse despite the number of paint markings she had. Her red brindled coat was thick, showing her winter fur had grown in, but it still remained sleek enough that the muscles underneath could be seen when they were flexed. Her long tail flicked back and forth, a clear sign of the agitation she was showing.
The mare's mane fell onto both sides of her neck, her silky forelock masking one of her eyes. Her ears were tilted back so they were almost against her head, and her nostrils flared with rage. She was ready to fight, and this stallion was her opponent. He better know how to fight or he'd be leaving this fight in a pretty sore condition.
The brindled mare charged at the stallion, baring her teeth. She immediately went after his neck with her teeth, her front hooves coming up so her knees would hit his chest at the same time.
Raxa
Mare
6 years
Quarter Horse
No traits
Red brindled roan with paint splotches
15.2 hh
I will agree to the terms you have posted. Since I am going first, I will leave the decision if there will be complete dodges up to you.
The frigid temperatures of winter surrounding the mare did nothing to calm the fire blazing within her heart. A warrior's blood pumped through her veins, her electric blue eyes flashed with the fury of a storm. She was ready to fight once more, to prove her superiority as a warrior and that she would be fine to defend her kingdom.
She knew she had to be a bit careful. Engaging in a mock battle in her condition; there was a reason it was a mock battle though. The two horses would not be aiming to kill one another, just to test out their skills, evaluate what kind of warrior they've become. This would also be a test of her skills when it came to avoiding damage in battle. She had something to protect, which meant she had to keep her belly away from those flying hooves.
The mare stomped her front hooves a number of times as she faced the stallion across the field from her. He was a proud gray beast, his Arabian physique slightly offset by the Friesian head he boasted. Raxa's conformation exhibited the true traits of a Quarter Horse despite the number of paint markings she had. Her red brindled coat was thick, showing her winter fur had grown in, but it still remained sleek enough that the muscles underneath could be seen when they were flexed. Her long tail flicked back and forth, a clear sign of the agitation she was showing.
The mare's mane fell onto both sides of her neck, her silky forelock masking one of her eyes. Her ears were tilted back so they were almost against her head, and her nostrils flared with rage. She was ready to fight, and this stallion was her opponent. He better know how to fight or he'd be leaving this fight in a pretty sore condition.
The brindled mare charged at the stallion, baring her teeth. She immediately went after his neck with her teeth, her front hooves coming up so her knees would hit his chest at the same time.