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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


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    [challenge] Jesper;
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She is most often in this form so, he is hardly surprised. Having said that, experience has taught Jesper not to set expectations when it comes to a battle. He watches her close the distance between them. All the while, the black maintains his clunky jog to keep his muscles warm and loose. He keeps his right eye trained on her approach and thus, his right side faces her. Jesper tenses a moment as Sabrina gathers herself and pushes off of the ice to pounce on him.<br><br>He has seconds to decide what to do before she lands. Instead of thinking through a strategy, Jesper allows instinct to take over. He is part-fox after all. He can be very clever. His equine body gives way to his canine body. In a single breath, he now stands several hands shorter than he did as a stallion. He pads to his right and moves beneath Sabrina just as her arch begins to descend. Since she had calculated her trajectory for where he stood when she left the ground, Jesper feels confident that she would not meet her mark - that she would over jump him. Of course, it is still possible for her nails to claw at his side as she descends. However, he does not feel the sting of arctic air against exposed flesh. He waits until her front paws brace for landing before he shifts back to his stronger, equine form. He decides not to waste the energy to partially shift because his fox dentition are no longer a surprise. They would not give him any more of an advantage so, he thought it best to conserve the time. He does expend the energy to regrow the ice cleats composed of bony keratin.<br><br>Jesper finds himself growing impatient. He would like to chase her down and send her off with her tail between her legs. He can not be sure where or, how Sabrina has landed. He aligns himself as best he can before he accelerates. His limbs alternate in their previous two-beat gait. His stride is clunky but, his ice cleats give him the traction to remain steady across the slippery ground. His ears flatten to poll before Jesper decides to dig into the ice even more. His ice cleats serve their purpose and, in two strides, the black male's limbs execute a canter. His first stride is awkward. His next two strides are slow as he tries to be careful and collected. As he gains on her, he becomes more determined. He charges directly towards Sabrina, not really caring which end or, side of her he will crash into first. His front limbs stretch farther and farther out from under his chassis as his stride lengthens. If he cannot trample her, maybe he can step on her tail or, trip up her legs and knock her down.<br><br>He realizes that this pace is quite reckless and then, he feels his front left heel slide even farther out from under him. Both front limbs stretch out ahead of him while gravity pulls the rest of him down in a heavy thud. The impact causes a throbbing sensation from his sternum and elbows. He will certainly be sore in his chest. His forward momentum sends him sliding across the icy ground on his underside. As for running the hellhound down, he hopes that he has made impact though, he recognizes how imprecise falling down is. Perhaps, he struck her like a bowling ball instead of stepping on or, trampling her. He allows himself to slide until he slows down considerably. Jesper then calculates getting back upright. He digs his front hooves into the powder crusted terrain and pushes himself upright onto all four legs.<br><br>Once standing, Jesper takes a deep breath, which reminds him of the bruise upon his sternum. He shuffles back into motion though his stride is affected by the soreness in both elbows. The black marches towards Sabrina with a cold glare shadowing his light blue gaze. Jesper boldly orients himself to face her. He arches his crest and tucks his whiskered muzzle into his chest as he protects his jugular behind numerous folds of skin. After all, she still has her sharp teeth designed for tearing and shredding. He waits and watches her every move as he braces himself for her counterattack.</div><div class="jespername">jesper</div><div class="jesperlineage">carnage x bethanie</div><div class="jesperpaw"></div></div></div><font size="2">devin's∇designs</font></center>


    Messages In This Thread
    Jesper; - by Sabrina - 07-24-2019, 10:59 AM
    RE: Jesper; - by Jesper - 07-29-2019, 12:55 PM
    RE: Jesper; - by Jesper - 07-31-2019, 06:31 AM
    RE: Jesper; - by Sabrina - 07-31-2019, 12:25 PM
    RE: Jesper; - by Jesper - 08-05-2019, 06:47 AM
    RE: Jesper; - by Sabrina - 08-05-2019, 01:03 PM
    RE: Jesper; - by Jesper - 08-10-2019, 07:39 AM
    RE: Jesper; - by Sabrina - 08-10-2019, 09:20 AM
    RE: Jesper; - by devin - 08-12-2019, 09:22 PM



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