05-27-2018, 04:53 PM
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Despite this newly-discovered aggression, Traton still spooked as his wings unfurled, surprised and disturbed by their size and speed at this close range. The kick aimed for his wings reflected this and came half a second later than she’d intended, landing on his barrel instead. She moved forward and slightly away from him as he did the same. This was insufficient to remove her entirely from range as he swung his hind legs, and one hoof landed squarely on the large muscle of her hindquarters, leaving another bruise to be contended with later. Oblivious to his disdain, she continued forward, but her shortened breath began to catch up. She stopped and stood, gasping, lost in a dizzying flurry of fear, adrenaline, and oxygen deprivation. The vague awareness that he had left the battlefield only released her to the prison of her fears.
Had she focused much on his departure, it may have worried her that he left so abruptly. But Traton had other matters that drew her attention, and as soon as the dust began to settle from his exit, he became a distant figure in her thoughts. She whickered to herself, attempting to soothe the rushing waters of her troubled mind, but time only worsened the affair. She was left alone in the dry dirt of this forsaken arena, craning her head around to nuzzle the flesh of her flank. The breaths she drew were ragged as gentle words fell disjointedly from her lips, reassuring, words meant only for her ears and those of the little creature she nurtured. With no outlet now, her panic only increased, a sickening and dizzying fear that maybe she had harmed this life. <font color=black>“Please,”</font> she said, her voice barely above a whisper, not bothering to hide the trembling.
Surely, he could not have known- could he? This was a man from a place of reputation, not some scum from the other kingdoms. She wasn’t terrible familiar with the culture of these places, but it seemed somehow terribly out-of-place for someone to intentionally try to harm an unborn child, in a mock fight no less. Perhaps it was her fault after all- perhaps she should have mentioned it- but she assumed it was a matter of good manners not to kick a woman in the stomach in most scenarios. It didn’t matter now, in any case. She closed her eyes as she pressed her muzzle into her sore side, each second stretching into eternities as she waited. Nothing. No answer. Darkness that stretched above her like a looming predator, waiting to strike her down and consume her.
Finally, her foal kicked, her heart jumped, and the monster dissipated in an instant.</div></div>
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Despite this newly-discovered aggression, Traton still spooked as his wings unfurled, surprised and disturbed by their size and speed at this close range. The kick aimed for his wings reflected this and came half a second later than she’d intended, landing on his barrel instead. She moved forward and slightly away from him as he did the same. This was insufficient to remove her entirely from range as he swung his hind legs, and one hoof landed squarely on the large muscle of her hindquarters, leaving another bruise to be contended with later. Oblivious to his disdain, she continued forward, but her shortened breath began to catch up. She stopped and stood, gasping, lost in a dizzying flurry of fear, adrenaline, and oxygen deprivation. The vague awareness that he had left the battlefield only released her to the prison of her fears.
Had she focused much on his departure, it may have worried her that he left so abruptly. But Traton had other matters that drew her attention, and as soon as the dust began to settle from his exit, he became a distant figure in her thoughts. She whickered to herself, attempting to soothe the rushing waters of her troubled mind, but time only worsened the affair. She was left alone in the dry dirt of this forsaken arena, craning her head around to nuzzle the flesh of her flank. The breaths she drew were ragged as gentle words fell disjointedly from her lips, reassuring, words meant only for her ears and those of the little creature she nurtured. With no outlet now, her panic only increased, a sickening and dizzying fear that maybe she had harmed this life. <font color=black>“Please,”</font> she said, her voice barely above a whisper, not bothering to hide the trembling.
Surely, he could not have known- could he? This was a man from a place of reputation, not some scum from the other kingdoms. She wasn’t terrible familiar with the culture of these places, but it seemed somehow terribly out-of-place for someone to intentionally try to harm an unborn child, in a mock fight no less. Perhaps it was her fault after all- perhaps she should have mentioned it- but she assumed it was a matter of good manners not to kick a woman in the stomach in most scenarios. It didn’t matter now, in any case. She closed her eyes as she pressed her muzzle into her sore side, each second stretching into eternities as she waited. Nothing. No answer. Darkness that stretched above her like a looming predator, waiting to strike her down and consume her.
Finally, her foal kicked, her heart jumped, and the monster dissipated in an instant.</div></div>
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