there's no way out alive | fishtail Sept 23, 2013 9:05:15 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2013 9:05:15 GMT -7
Breed- Mustang x Welsh Cob x Andalusian
Pure, utter fury consumed the light vagrant. How dare he?! The muscular beast snarled inwardly as labrets parted to reveal dental plates ready to tear apart anyone who got in his way. WHO did he fucking think he was? Reth didn't deserve any of that. She was a good girl, she didn't deserve to have the rights to her land be challenged. Lean ebony pistons struck the earth in a distance devouring stride as his ribs expanded beneath his chocolate hide to draw in copious amounts of oxygen to feed his conditioned figure. Paper thins flared until the thin capillaries peaked with the flush crimson color of life within the thin membranes and his golden spheres burned brightly like twin bonfires threatening to set the forestry ablaze. Now I will challenge for the vagabond and he will rot within my cells or in her courts for his foolish ploy! With each thought, Sempiternal was beginning to fume from the inside out. Harks snapped back against his crown as the light stud charged forward to the battle grounds.
Yes, it may be strange that he wanted the
filthstallion that had challenged a mare that he had recently held captive in Gray Pine Valley. Reth hadn't really been a prisoner though. He had tried to steal her and fought both her and her king just to speak with her. She answered his questions and he released her. He never harmed her more than necessary and she had proven to be level headed, grounded, and quite intelligent for a specimen of the dark alliance --- unlike the puerile bombshell that challenged her territory. A guttural snarl ripped open his lungs as the steaming hellion entered the battle grounds.
Sempiternal's scarred hide rippled with each languid stride that carried him closer to the ashen figure that stood upon the wasteland's horizon. Just seeing Mage sent him into further into his fit. His travels to the battle grounds had been done by way of a canter but after seeing the ivory beast ahead, his stride stretched out into a full blown gallop. He was determined to show zero mercy regardless of the consequences to his own body. If this killed him, so be it. Sempiternal reached his opponent quickly but he didn't bother to slow down one bit. Muscular nape coiled up like a cobra preparing to strike as enamels were revealed and gaped in a soon to be delivered threat. Powerful hind pillars dug deep into the earth as he lifted his sixteen point hand frame into the atmosphere. Lean, battle ready fore pistons struck out at Mage's point of shoulder and his other fore limb stretched up toward the ivory beast's crown in hopes of striking both his shoulder and his cranium with his fore flints in one fell swoop.
He didn't have anything to say to the king. He wasn't who he really wanted to contend with and he would spare Mage the pain of having his audio canals raped in a constant barrage of verbal assaults. As soon as his fore flints began to descend from his aerial strike, Sempiternal rounded upon the alabaster brute so his hind quarters were passing by Mage's barrel and pelvis. Sempiternal's scarred crown suddenly and swiftly ducked between his fore pistons and his hind quarters were catapulted toward the sky as both hind knives struck out at any part of Mage he could reach. At this point, his muscles burned and ivory frothy sweat clung to his under belly and between his limbs. His dark hide glistened with pure heat from the action but he was not horribly fatigued. He would be sore and he would need to heal from whatever injuries that Mage would waylay him with in retaliation, of course. The light vagrant pivoted upon ebony pillars and he halted several feet away from the other king to catch his breath and survey his injuries. Golden spheres flickered upward to see if he had managed to leave any marks behind on Mage that might leave a few pretty little scars. Fuck it, he just wanted to slit the throat of the greedy filth of a bitch he was after now. Mage was just an obstacle in his way at this point.
word count | 721
muse | fantastic
music | it's over when it's over - FIR
notes | none
attacks | 1. struck out at Mage's shoulder and his head as he thrashed his fore legs to stay up in a rear.
2. he passed by Mage and kicked out with both back feet (mule kick) and hopefully hit the area around his hip or his rib cage.
dodges | zero dodges.