08-18-2015, 08:41 AM
<i>Texas
Quarab Hybrid
175+
16hh
Dark bay, grizzled appearance, no white markings</i>
He remembers the green mare from the Field, and it seems that she’d taken the offer of the antisocial little Chamber recruiter rather than those given by the Falls, Desert, and Amazons. Texas has nothing against the Chamber, but he does so hate being bothered.
This fight is a bother.
They are of similar build - Texas is a few inches taller, but not enough to make an enormous difference. She’s quite easy to spot in the center of the early morning challenge grounds, even with the overcast sky limiting the light they have. There’s rain coming in the afternoon, but they’ll both be long gone by the time it falls.
He comes in slowly, one long stride at a time, walking up to Astri with a pleasant smile on his face. He is just barely to her left, a little more than six inches. When he is near enough he reaches out - so slowly - intending to brush her muzzle gently with his own. He pulls his head back, moving just as slowly and still smiling pleasantly, as though they’ve done nothing more than greet each other in the Meadow.
Then, with speed that was not at all portend by his grizzled face and the heavy silvering of his mane, he attacks.
He lunges, using his position of being just to her left to avoid colliding with her chest , though he does bring up his right knee slightly higher with the intent of ramming it into the front of her shoulder. His teeth, meanwhile, are snapping for a hold along her neck and crest. They’ll be pinches if they land, large and painful and sore. The knee to her shoulder is far less likely to break the skin but Texas knows that. He has nearly two hundred years of life experience under his belt, and has taken naps longer than the entire length of Astri’s life. He wonders if she knows this, or if she thinks him only an old man in the army of a weak kingdom. He is more prone to recklessness than the average fighter as well; far less heedful of risk than a warrior with the promise of a full and instant recovery waiting for him at home. Astri will have to suffer with her battle injuries – Texas doesn’t think of them at all.
The bay stallion wants a nice bruise, enough to make moving her left foreleg difficult, and a nice solid chunk out of the side of her neck. His initial approach was likely more than enough to put the younger mare off her guard and make landing a blow easier, but he doesn’t count on it. His lunge had carried him forward, and as soon as all hooves are on the ground again he continues with that, digging in his hind legs and pivoting with his forelegs, offering a quick buck to discourage her from following too closely before he spins around to the left to face her.
Quarab Hybrid
175+
16hh
Dark bay, grizzled appearance, no white markings</i>
He remembers the green mare from the Field, and it seems that she’d taken the offer of the antisocial little Chamber recruiter rather than those given by the Falls, Desert, and Amazons. Texas has nothing against the Chamber, but he does so hate being bothered.
This fight is a bother.
They are of similar build - Texas is a few inches taller, but not enough to make an enormous difference. She’s quite easy to spot in the center of the early morning challenge grounds, even with the overcast sky limiting the light they have. There’s rain coming in the afternoon, but they’ll both be long gone by the time it falls.
He comes in slowly, one long stride at a time, walking up to Astri with a pleasant smile on his face. He is just barely to her left, a little more than six inches. When he is near enough he reaches out - so slowly - intending to brush her muzzle gently with his own. He pulls his head back, moving just as slowly and still smiling pleasantly, as though they’ve done nothing more than greet each other in the Meadow.
Then, with speed that was not at all portend by his grizzled face and the heavy silvering of his mane, he attacks.
He lunges, using his position of being just to her left to avoid colliding with her chest , though he does bring up his right knee slightly higher with the intent of ramming it into the front of her shoulder. His teeth, meanwhile, are snapping for a hold along her neck and crest. They’ll be pinches if they land, large and painful and sore. The knee to her shoulder is far less likely to break the skin but Texas knows that. He has nearly two hundred years of life experience under his belt, and has taken naps longer than the entire length of Astri’s life. He wonders if she knows this, or if she thinks him only an old man in the army of a weak kingdom. He is more prone to recklessness than the average fighter as well; far less heedful of risk than a warrior with the promise of a full and instant recovery waiting for him at home. Astri will have to suffer with her battle injuries – Texas doesn’t think of them at all.
The bay stallion wants a nice bruise, enough to make moving her left foreleg difficult, and a nice solid chunk out of the side of her neck. His initial approach was likely more than enough to put the younger mare off her guard and make landing a blow easier, but he doesn’t count on it. His lunge had carried him forward, and as soon as all hooves are on the ground again he continues with that, digging in his hind legs and pivoting with his forelegs, offering a quick buck to discourage her from following too closely before he spins around to the left to face her.
T E X A S
immortal silver bay hybrid stallion
king of the falls