01-03-2018, 10:52 PM
<link href='http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Yanone+Kaffeesatz:200' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'><center><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="450px"><tr><td><div style="background-color: #ABBBA7; padding-bottom: 2px; border-top: 10px solid #075675;"> <div style="font-family: Yanone Kaffeesatz; text-align: center; font-size: 40px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 15px; letter-spacing: 4px; margin-top: 2px; margin-bottom: -10px; color: #075675; "><center><img src=http://25.media.tumblr.com/adf78ab94c9a081c660f5c9ad92c6974/tumblr_mp5r7yx9XY1sx2peuo1_500.gif><br></center><b>I V A R</b><span style="font-size: 13px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: 1px; color:#093649; "><br> i'll use you as a makeshift gauge of how much to give and how much to take</span></div><div style="font-family: times; font-size: 12px; color: #075675; margin: 10px; text-align: justify; background-color: #ebebeb; padding: 10px; border-top: 1px dotted #6b6b6b; border-bottom: 1px dotted #075675; line-height: 12px;">
The taste of Kaldius’s feathers is satisfying, but unfulfilling. Better is the blood from where Ivar’s teeth have found more than fluff and cartilage, but the purple stallion is quick, and rips the wing from Ivar’s grasp as he pivots his lavender hindquarters away. Caught up in his oral fixation, Ivar has allowed Klaudius to relocate, and as Ivar spits a feather from between his teeth he sees – too late – that the other stallion is attacking.
There are spikes coming toward him, carried on Klaudius’ crest, and Ivar reacts without conscious thought, uncannily intuitive. The kelpie leaps to his right, propelled by his heavily muscled hindquarters. He is agile – remarkably so – and while the other stallion might be innately faster, he is also hauling around an impressive amount of steel. Ivar manages to get his head and neck out of the way of the oncoming spikes, but his thigh is not so fortunate.
The physics of land are more cumbersome than he’d anticipated.
Water is easy, fluid and forgiving. In the water, this clash would have been a slaughter rather than the fair match it is. Kladius’ unprotected belly would have been immediately shredded to a bloody pulp, torn and devoured in an instant
But instead they are bound by gravity, and he can move only in ways supported by his four hooves, with no reliance on the embrace of the water. Ivar grits his teeth, and as the tines of the purple stallion’s armor make contact with his side, he squeals sharply in pain. Ivar’s forelegs land on the dusty earth just as Klaudius strikes. His hide might be impenetrable, but it is not without nerves. There will be bruises instead of blood, deep into his muscle. For now, adrenaline mutes the pain, and Ivar is fortunate that such focused points of impact make the effect of the attack less detrimental than it might have been. There will be no broken bones, at least from this attack.
As soon as his forelegs have landed, Ivar lashes out with his back hooves. He does not kick high (though that is less of a precise aim to avoid the armor and more of a result of their close proximity) but he does kick hard, grunting at the unexpected pain as the battered muscle of his thigh protests. He’s likely to hit the stallion’s breast and forearm, unprotected by the heavy steel, but that is only if the other horse doesn’t move. Ivar is hopeful, but does not linger to see if he has been successful. Instead, as soon as his back hooves are on the ground again, he moves away as quickly as he can.
Ivar hops awkwardly on his injured left hindleg, trying to keep the weight off while counter-clockwise to face the other stallion. He pivots on his good rear leg, and keeps an ear on his opponent to listen for movement even before he can turn to watch him from a distance of a five yards.
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The taste of Kaldius’s feathers is satisfying, but unfulfilling. Better is the blood from where Ivar’s teeth have found more than fluff and cartilage, but the purple stallion is quick, and rips the wing from Ivar’s grasp as he pivots his lavender hindquarters away. Caught up in his oral fixation, Ivar has allowed Klaudius to relocate, and as Ivar spits a feather from between his teeth he sees – too late – that the other stallion is attacking.
There are spikes coming toward him, carried on Klaudius’ crest, and Ivar reacts without conscious thought, uncannily intuitive. The kelpie leaps to his right, propelled by his heavily muscled hindquarters. He is agile – remarkably so – and while the other stallion might be innately faster, he is also hauling around an impressive amount of steel. Ivar manages to get his head and neck out of the way of the oncoming spikes, but his thigh is not so fortunate.
The physics of land are more cumbersome than he’d anticipated.
Water is easy, fluid and forgiving. In the water, this clash would have been a slaughter rather than the fair match it is. Kladius’ unprotected belly would have been immediately shredded to a bloody pulp, torn and devoured in an instant
But instead they are bound by gravity, and he can move only in ways supported by his four hooves, with no reliance on the embrace of the water. Ivar grits his teeth, and as the tines of the purple stallion’s armor make contact with his side, he squeals sharply in pain. Ivar’s forelegs land on the dusty earth just as Klaudius strikes. His hide might be impenetrable, but it is not without nerves. There will be bruises instead of blood, deep into his muscle. For now, adrenaline mutes the pain, and Ivar is fortunate that such focused points of impact make the effect of the attack less detrimental than it might have been. There will be no broken bones, at least from this attack.
As soon as his forelegs have landed, Ivar lashes out with his back hooves. He does not kick high (though that is less of a precise aim to avoid the armor and more of a result of their close proximity) but he does kick hard, grunting at the unexpected pain as the battered muscle of his thigh protests. He’s likely to hit the stallion’s breast and forearm, unprotected by the heavy steel, but that is only if the other horse doesn’t move. Ivar is hopeful, but does not linger to see if he has been successful. Instead, as soon as his back hooves are on the ground again, he moves away as quickly as he can.
Ivar hops awkwardly on his injured left hindleg, trying to keep the weight off while counter-clockwise to face the other stallion. He pivots on his good rear leg, and keeps an ear on his opponent to listen for movement even before he can turn to watch him from a distance of a five yards.
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