08-05-2019, 01:03 PM
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The hound had leaped into the air hoping to land on the equines back, making it easy to dig her teeth into his flesh. Though the sly fox shifts into just that, the black equine flashes into an orange canine before her. Her jump calculated for a much larger form, it was too late, she couldn't recalculate mid jump. She couldn't waste her attack, and so she reaches her claws down as she leaps over the canine, and attempt to strike him. Though she doesn't feel a tug where her claw would meet his body.
The hound was not expecting the shift, and due to it she lands harshly on the ground. The breath is knocked from her lungs, and it takes her a moment to re-gather herself. The wound in her armpit not aiding to the lack of oxygen, the hound stands huffing for a moment as the air refills her lungs.
Her eyes quickly glance over the battlefield, the once snow covered ground is now dug up and ice patches are now peaking out. Her yellow optics quickly lock with her opponent, now back in his equine form, charging right for her.
He looks uncollected, his pace changing in an attempt to grip onto the now icy ground. He charges her head on and she jumps out of the way from his attempted attack but in that moment the large equine falls. She would have been safe had he not fallen, but the shift of the horses body causes the pair to collide.
The collision throws her off her paws, but instead of sliding with him she is thrown over the equine. They now stand on opposite sides and she was thankful to have been in her canine form. The equine was a much more sensitive body, and it would take much longer for him to stand up than herself.
She quickly finds her feet beneath her, and though her chest is sore from the fall, and her arm from the wound she can't slow down now. She takes a couple breaths to calculate her next move, the bold stallion comes at her straight on again and she grins at this movement from him.
The hound bolts from her spot, charging him head on. The snow that remained flung behind her with every step, shards of ice dislodging from the ground. As she grew closer she could have collided with him, and that is what it looked like she was trying to do but at the last moment she veers to the right. The canine swerved from in front of him, and as she is now on his right side she reaches out her mouth hoping to grab onto his cannon bone. If successful his momentum will pull her with him, though she was prepared to grasp onto his leg. A wound in his cannon bone would cause him to limp, or depending on the damage at least create a discomfort for the remainder of the battle.
</div><div class="sabrquote">Not Afraid To Bite</div></div></center>
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XImageTransform.Microvita.gradient( startColorstr='#3b2e12', endColorstr='#3b2e12', GradientType=0 );}.sabrwords{position: relative;z-index: 9;background: #3b2e12;color: #a98b65;text-align: justify;padding: 20px;width: 380px;padding-bottom: 30px;}.sabrname{position: relative;z-index: 12;color: #a98b65;font: 110px 'Almendra Display', cursive;text-align: center;padding-right: 40px;margin-top: -50px;text-shadow: 8px 8px 8px #000;}.sabrquote{position: relative;z-index: 15;font: 32px 'Almendra Display', cursive;color: #a98b65;}</style><center><div class="sabrback"><img class="sabrpic" src="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/22/34/17/223417d8618d57f88d2885dc8eaed154.jpg"><div class="sabrgrad"></div><div class="sabrname">Sabrina</div><div class="sabrwords">The hound had leaped into the air hoping to land on the equines back, making it easy to dig her teeth into his flesh. Though the sly fox shifts into just that, the black equine flashes into an orange canine before her. Her jump calculated for a much larger form, it was too late, she couldn't recalculate mid jump. She couldn't waste her attack, and so she reaches her claws down as she leaps over the canine, and attempt to strike him. Though she doesn't feel a tug where her claw would meet his body.
The hound was not expecting the shift, and due to it she lands harshly on the ground. The breath is knocked from her lungs, and it takes her a moment to re-gather herself. The wound in her armpit not aiding to the lack of oxygen, the hound stands huffing for a moment as the air refills her lungs.
Her eyes quickly glance over the battlefield, the once snow covered ground is now dug up and ice patches are now peaking out. Her yellow optics quickly lock with her opponent, now back in his equine form, charging right for her.
He looks uncollected, his pace changing in an attempt to grip onto the now icy ground. He charges her head on and she jumps out of the way from his attempted attack but in that moment the large equine falls. She would have been safe had he not fallen, but the shift of the horses body causes the pair to collide.
The collision throws her off her paws, but instead of sliding with him she is thrown over the equine. They now stand on opposite sides and she was thankful to have been in her canine form. The equine was a much more sensitive body, and it would take much longer for him to stand up than herself.
She quickly finds her feet beneath her, and though her chest is sore from the fall, and her arm from the wound she can't slow down now. She takes a couple breaths to calculate her next move, the bold stallion comes at her straight on again and she grins at this movement from him.
The hound bolts from her spot, charging him head on. The snow that remained flung behind her with every step, shards of ice dislodging from the ground. As she grew closer she could have collided with him, and that is what it looked like she was trying to do but at the last moment she veers to the right. The canine swerved from in front of him, and as she is now on his right side she reaches out her mouth hoping to grab onto his cannon bone. If successful his momentum will pull her with him, though she was prepared to grasp onto his leg. A wound in his cannon bone would cause him to limp, or depending on the damage at least create a discomfort for the remainder of the battle.
</div><div class="sabrquote">Not Afraid To Bite</div></div></center>