01-12-2018, 06:24 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;">
Ivar has no witty quips to motivate him; he relies on physical prowess and intuitive action. The kelpie was not taught the useless advice to never turn his back to an opponent; why would he need to protect his back? He has ears, a nose, and the side-facing eyes of an equine. Klaudius remains well within the scaled stallion’s line of monocular vision, and when he accelerates Ivar is totally aware of it the moment the charge begins.
When the purple horse’s head lowers, Ivar interprets it as a clear warning sign that he means to use those bothersome spikes again.
The scaled stallion allows his lavender foe to labor under the delusion that he’s somehow invisible (or perhaps vulnerable?) and does not react until he absolutely must, relying on his agility and almost-perfect sense of intuition
His hindlegs kick up while his front hooves remain planted, but rather than lash out at the oncoming horse Ivar instead throws his hindquarters to the side, rapidly making his body parallel to that of the charging stallion. Ivar is limited by his wounded leg, but he is far from hobbled. He is able to get most of his body out of the way of the purple horse, but a single tine glances off his left buttock (as he had been turning counter-clockwise and that must surely be the side Klaudius was intending to hit, unless he somehow passed Ivar and circled back to attack his uninjured right side) and makes the stallion hiss at the second assault on his already bruised hindquarter.
The kelpie does not take the time to nurse his injury, instead he is reaching out to bite Klaudius even as his rear hooves return to the ground. His head snakes to the right, aiming for the unarmored flesh on the purple horse’s lower left side. It should be quite near, though if he is faster than Ivar expects, his target might end up being Klaudius’ lower buttock rather than his belly. The sharp teeth (still flecked with bits of lavender pinfeather) seek to rip and tear, ripping at horseflesh in a way he has only previously treated his aquatic prey.
This time he does not turn his back, but it is only because he hopes to see Klaudius lamed and submissive, and that’s a sight most preferable when witnessed head-on.
He does pivot counterclockwise (to his right) on his forelegs to better see the other stallion, and there is a delighted grin on his face despite his heaving sides.
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Ivar has no witty quips to motivate him; he relies on physical prowess and intuitive action. The kelpie was not taught the useless advice to never turn his back to an opponent; why would he need to protect his back? He has ears, a nose, and the side-facing eyes of an equine. Klaudius remains well within the scaled stallion’s line of monocular vision, and when he accelerates Ivar is totally aware of it the moment the charge begins.
When the purple horse’s head lowers, Ivar interprets it as a clear warning sign that he means to use those bothersome spikes again.
The scaled stallion allows his lavender foe to labor under the delusion that he’s somehow invisible (or perhaps vulnerable?) and does not react until he absolutely must, relying on his agility and almost-perfect sense of intuition
His hindlegs kick up while his front hooves remain planted, but rather than lash out at the oncoming horse Ivar instead throws his hindquarters to the side, rapidly making his body parallel to that of the charging stallion. Ivar is limited by his wounded leg, but he is far from hobbled. He is able to get most of his body out of the way of the purple horse, but a single tine glances off his left buttock (as he had been turning counter-clockwise and that must surely be the side Klaudius was intending to hit, unless he somehow passed Ivar and circled back to attack his uninjured right side) and makes the stallion hiss at the second assault on his already bruised hindquarter.
The kelpie does not take the time to nurse his injury, instead he is reaching out to bite Klaudius even as his rear hooves return to the ground. His head snakes to the right, aiming for the unarmored flesh on the purple horse’s lower left side. It should be quite near, though if he is faster than Ivar expects, his target might end up being Klaudius’ lower buttock rather than his belly. The sharp teeth (still flecked with bits of lavender pinfeather) seek to rip and tear, ripping at horseflesh in a way he has only previously treated his aquatic prey.
This time he does not turn his back, but it is only because he hopes to see Klaudius lamed and submissive, and that’s a sight most preferable when witnessed head-on.
He does pivot counterclockwise (to his right) on his forelegs to better see the other stallion, and there is a delighted grin on his face despite his heaving sides.
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