12-03-2018, 05:05 PM
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He appears on the clay battle-field and her pulse rises. For once Hyaline's princess keeps her mouth shut as he accepts her challenge, nodding in greeting as she tries to swallows the butterflies clogging her throat. Warlight was scrappy; as one of a set of triplets, every day had been a contest. The give and take of physical conflict was nothing new to Warlight, but this was something new and exciting.
The day is perfect for their mock - overcast yet dry - and she strikes the hardened earth with her front hoof in anticipation.
It isn't until he springs into a gallop, barreling towards her, that she truly understands their physical differences. Warlight's dark, sapphire eyes calculate his body in a way she had never done back in Hyaline. Keeping her stronger opponent at an antlers-length would be key, yet she holds fast, waiting for the perfect moment to move.
He leans to his right (towards her) as he nears and she takes a single step to her left (away). He is taller than her, and at the speed he travels a body-slam to her shoulder could hinder her for the rest of the mock. Instead of taking the blow full on, Warlight arches her neck and swings her head towards him as her body moves away. If they connect, her short yet sharp antlers would drag along the length of his side as he barrels past. They could lave a scratch, or they could open him from shoulder to flank. As his flank draws level with he face she draws her head back swiftly to keep it out of range of a passing buck.
Once past, he is spinning, aiming to come up her other side it seems. But she does not hold still for this pass. Leaping into a canter, Warlight glances over her shoulder in time to see the bared teeth land on her flank. She squeals as Lie's teeth rip skin her, skull swinging forward and down as she throws out her back left leg for a defensive kick. At the canter it is difficult to aim, but Will hopes that the threat of one of her hooves flying towards his knees and hocks is enough to discourage him from latching on. He charges past her but she doesn't let him get far.
Extending into a gallop Warlight swings wide to his right, keeping herself clear of the young stallions powerful haunches. Once she has brought herself alongside him Will cuts quickly towards the galloping stallion, her head lowered. Veering suddenly she leads with her anthers, and it appears that she is seeking to drive them into his shoulder. But at the last moment, she pivots and throws both hind legs into the air, aiming her kick for his girth. If her hooves should connect with his barrel they could potentially break ribs or knock the breath out of him and give him a bruise to remember her by.
The quick trick puts a strain on her front end, and the bay splashed girl slows to a trot. Her dark eyes watch her opponent and her wild smile dares him to close the distance between them again. "Your turn, again. Try a little harder this time!" She baits him, her tail lasing against her hocks as she prances, feeding off the energy of battle.
</p> </div> <p class="warlight_quote">— soul as sweet as blood red jam —</p> </div> </center>
He appears on the clay battle-field and her pulse rises. For once Hyaline's princess keeps her mouth shut as he accepts her challenge, nodding in greeting as she tries to swallows the butterflies clogging her throat. Warlight was scrappy; as one of a set of triplets, every day had been a contest. The give and take of physical conflict was nothing new to Warlight, but this was something new and exciting.
The day is perfect for their mock - overcast yet dry - and she strikes the hardened earth with her front hoof in anticipation.
It isn't until he springs into a gallop, barreling towards her, that she truly understands their physical differences. Warlight's dark, sapphire eyes calculate his body in a way she had never done back in Hyaline. Keeping her stronger opponent at an antlers-length would be key, yet she holds fast, waiting for the perfect moment to move.
He leans to his right (towards her) as he nears and she takes a single step to her left (away). He is taller than her, and at the speed he travels a body-slam to her shoulder could hinder her for the rest of the mock. Instead of taking the blow full on, Warlight arches her neck and swings her head towards him as her body moves away. If they connect, her short yet sharp antlers would drag along the length of his side as he barrels past. They could lave a scratch, or they could open him from shoulder to flank. As his flank draws level with he face she draws her head back swiftly to keep it out of range of a passing buck.
Once past, he is spinning, aiming to come up her other side it seems. But she does not hold still for this pass. Leaping into a canter, Warlight glances over her shoulder in time to see the bared teeth land on her flank. She squeals as Lie's teeth rip skin her, skull swinging forward and down as she throws out her back left leg for a defensive kick. At the canter it is difficult to aim, but Will hopes that the threat of one of her hooves flying towards his knees and hocks is enough to discourage him from latching on. He charges past her but she doesn't let him get far.
Extending into a gallop Warlight swings wide to his right, keeping herself clear of the young stallions powerful haunches. Once she has brought herself alongside him Will cuts quickly towards the galloping stallion, her head lowered. Veering suddenly she leads with her anthers, and it appears that she is seeking to drive them into his shoulder. But at the last moment, she pivots and throws both hind legs into the air, aiming her kick for his girth. If her hooves should connect with his barrel they could potentially break ribs or knock the breath out of him and give him a bruise to remember her by.
The quick trick puts a strain on her front end, and the bay splashed girl slows to a trot. Her dark eyes watch her opponent and her wild smile dares him to close the distance between them again. "Your turn, again. Try a little harder this time!" She baits him, her tail lasing against her hocks as she prances, feeding off the energy of battle.
</p> </div> <p class="warlight_quote">— soul as sweet as blood red jam —</p> </div> </center>
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