08-23-2019, 08:12 PM
When she sailed over the other boy, he had clipped her in the shoulder making her wince in excruciating pain as she made her landing. She would not be surprised if his attempt had dislocated her humerous from her scapula. The thought lasted about as long as she had to regret the red river of blood she had drawn from the boy, even in mock hunting attempts she had not found the sight, smell, or taste of blood satisfying.
Before she could redirect herself away from her opponent, her eyes flashed in horror as she watched him lay himself down on top of her. Luckily, Dexter was quick enough and unharmed from the boy's kicking attempt that he could scramble away from her back. His movement and the crushing weight of the colt knocked the air out of her. Her eyes squished shut in pure agony as his weight began to settle. Before he applied all of his weight on her small lioness form, however, her body began to shift involuntarily to her much bulkier equine form. She had been lucky in the last year to grow somewhat into her mother's breed of gypsy vanner. This provided her with a somewhat broader frame than her previous form. The shifting sent mountains of pain through her scapula and chest, but as the boys weight settled she heard a distinctive <i>pop</i> as he unknowingly pushed the dislocated humerous back to its rightful place.
As the boy rolled away from her she gasped for air through gritted teeth. She could feel the bruising of her muscles already begin to ache. The muscle fibers and connective tissues of her subclavian, supraspinatus, and infraspinatus muscles had taken most of the blunt force of the boys counter attack. Pushing up from the ground was no easy feat as the muscles in her face spasmed with pain.
When she made it to all four hooves, the simple action of breathing brought prickles of tears to her eyes. As she spread her wings out on either side of her to full wingspan she noted that he must have crushed at least a couple ribs on each side too. Blood, his blood, marbled across her right wing where he had laid on her. Her feathers stuck together as his blood coagulated.
Her blue eye scanned the area, landing quickly on the golden boy as a rough laugh vibrated through the air. Dexter moved to her left side scrambling to her wing, which only added more pressure to her butchered rib cage. She would not be running around wasting energy or oxygen anytime soon, she thought as she slowly moved towards the boy once Dexter had found his place to guide her.
A quick tug on her ear and she reared on her back legs, wings extended she kicked out to where the boy stood hoping to make contact with his face. It was only fair that he suffer the same defect she herself had to deal with. She was going for his eyes, hoping to temporarily blind him from impact or at least leave some remnants of debris that had collected in her hooves in his eyes to irritate his vision.
Her front hooves found their way back to solid ground as she tucked her chin against her chest as she backed up, hoping to avoid any counter attack to her own unprotected face. Her wings folded forward in extra defense as she bit the inside of her cheek to fight through the staggered pain of breathing and moving.
She liked this just about as much as her first mock hunt with her sister, which was nonexistent. She had never found pleasure in bringing pain to others.
Before she could redirect herself away from her opponent, her eyes flashed in horror as she watched him lay himself down on top of her. Luckily, Dexter was quick enough and unharmed from the boy's kicking attempt that he could scramble away from her back. His movement and the crushing weight of the colt knocked the air out of her. Her eyes squished shut in pure agony as his weight began to settle. Before he applied all of his weight on her small lioness form, however, her body began to shift involuntarily to her much bulkier equine form. She had been lucky in the last year to grow somewhat into her mother's breed of gypsy vanner. This provided her with a somewhat broader frame than her previous form. The shifting sent mountains of pain through her scapula and chest, but as the boys weight settled she heard a distinctive <i>pop</i> as he unknowingly pushed the dislocated humerous back to its rightful place.
As the boy rolled away from her she gasped for air through gritted teeth. She could feel the bruising of her muscles already begin to ache. The muscle fibers and connective tissues of her subclavian, supraspinatus, and infraspinatus muscles had taken most of the blunt force of the boys counter attack. Pushing up from the ground was no easy feat as the muscles in her face spasmed with pain.
When she made it to all four hooves, the simple action of breathing brought prickles of tears to her eyes. As she spread her wings out on either side of her to full wingspan she noted that he must have crushed at least a couple ribs on each side too. Blood, his blood, marbled across her right wing where he had laid on her. Her feathers stuck together as his blood coagulated.
Her blue eye scanned the area, landing quickly on the golden boy as a rough laugh vibrated through the air. Dexter moved to her left side scrambling to her wing, which only added more pressure to her butchered rib cage. She would not be running around wasting energy or oxygen anytime soon, she thought as she slowly moved towards the boy once Dexter had found his place to guide her.
A quick tug on her ear and she reared on her back legs, wings extended she kicked out to where the boy stood hoping to make contact with his face. It was only fair that he suffer the same defect she herself had to deal with. She was going for his eyes, hoping to temporarily blind him from impact or at least leave some remnants of debris that had collected in her hooves in his eyes to irritate his vision.
Her front hooves found their way back to solid ground as she tucked her chin against her chest as she backed up, hoping to avoid any counter attack to her own unprotected face. Her wings folded forward in extra defense as she bit the inside of her cheek to fight through the staggered pain of breathing and moving.
She liked this just about as much as her first mock hunt with her sister, which was nonexistent. She had never found pleasure in bringing pain to others.
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