04-13-2018, 09:58 PM
<link href='https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Noto+Serif|Shadows+Into+Light' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'> <style type="text/css"> .klaudius2_container { position: relative; z-index: 1; background-color: #020005; width: 500px; box-shadow: 0px 0px 10px 1px #000; } .klaudius2_container p { margin: 0; } .klaudius2_image { position: relative; z-index: 4; width: 500px; border-top: none; } .klaudius2_text { position: relative; z-index: 6; width: 480px; } .klaudius2_message { position: relative; font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif; text-align: justify; color: #ffecfd; padding: 30px 30px 10px; } .klaudius2_name { position: absolute; z-index: 6; text-align: left; font: 20px 'Noto Serif', sans-serif; color: #7d2a9c; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 5px; padding-top: 290px; padding-left: 10px; } .klaudius2_quote { position: absolute; z-index: 6; text-align: left; color: #ffd7fd; font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: italic; padding-top: 320px; padding-left: 10px; } </style> <center> <div class="klaudius2_container"> <div class="klaudius2_text"> <p class="klaudius2_message">It was early evening when his hooves landed upon the dried soil of the battlegrounds. The baking summer sun was just beginning to lose strength as his wings folded at his sides. Standing square, his lavender head turned to view the familiar terrain. He has been here before. The last time though had not gone in his favor. His foe was a worthy competitor and as he makes his challenge known here, his eyes are ever vigilant to the slightest movement of his new opponent. Having never laid eyes on the stallion that crushed his daughters ribs, he is expecting much more than what arrives. It takes all he has to not burst out laughing.
When this "Morty" character arrives, the lavender stallion has to crane his neck to view the strange creature. Not only is he short, but harbors crooked teeth and a red bulbous growth on the bridge of his nose. The only thing stopping him from laughing is the fact the creature starts talking. Silver-hazel eyes narrow upon the dark figure that was taunting him. A small voice is the back of his mind kept reminding him to keep cool. So he waits...
As anticipated, Morty comes at him. Good. Defense was his specialty. Noting how his opponents eyes linger on his wings he scuffs, typical. As the black form barrels straight for him, he holds his ground. Until the very crucial moment when the stallions body shifts into position to aim a rear-ended kick at him. As the much shorter stallion is swinging around(to present his rear hooves to buck), his wings unfurl as his front limbs push up and rear hunches launch him into the air. Using one thrust of his wings to lift him faster but should also send him right over top of the dark stallion before him.
Landing forelimbs first, wings already tucked to his barrel, his rear hooves just hit the clay and he is gathering them underneath himself to buck out before Morty has the chance to slink away. His aim, is the general direction behind him that Morty may still occupy(as he had just leaped over top of the short statured creature). If anything it would deter the stallion from attacking him from behind until he could move away.
After the single, powerful buck, he is trotting forwards. Recollecting himself and reassessing Morty's location. Finding that the stallion had galloped forwards from his last position, when he begins to turn right. Not knowing if he had made contact with his buck, his eyes focus on the stallion for any noteable changes in gait that would signify an injury.
Not seeing anything significant (if it had possibly been a solid hit, surely he would have felt it too), he continues at a trot. In having turned right, his direction of travel is clockwise, and heading back towards the dark creature in a sizeable circle. His right eye follows the stallions movements and with little warning, he turns sharply and charges straight for his opponent at a full gallop. He was done playing a cat and mouse game.
Hooves land with a deafening thud against the hard earth below. Sweat begins to dampen his coat, even as the sun dips lower with each minute. The speed and stamina of his forefathers bring him quickly to the smaller stallion. Whether Morty was standing his ground or leading him into a chase, he was sure to catch the monster.
When he does finally reach striking distance, his lavender lips pull back to reveal sharp incisors. Aiming to grab the tender muscles of the males neck, he snakes his head towards Morty. Hoping to come out with a mouth full of flesh and possibly draw blood. If he had been able to grip Morty's crest, he may have attempted to pull the stallion down to the ground as the monster had done to his daughter.
His position would be relevant to Morty's stance at his charge. If Morty had turned to run away, he would be coming up his side to strike. If Morty had stood his ground, they would have met head to head and they would be facing different directions. Either would work for his attack. <p> <div class="klaudius2_name">Klaudius</div> <div class="klaudius2_quote">I was lightning, before the thunder</div> <img class="klaudius2_image" src="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/8d/c9/3e/8dc93e430176d5941c6fcd1246992ca0--body-glitter-men-models.jpg"> </div> </center>
Defense- using his wings to launch him over Morty's buck
Counter attack- buck upon landing
Attack- charging and biting at neck
When this "Morty" character arrives, the lavender stallion has to crane his neck to view the strange creature. Not only is he short, but harbors crooked teeth and a red bulbous growth on the bridge of his nose. The only thing stopping him from laughing is the fact the creature starts talking. Silver-hazel eyes narrow upon the dark figure that was taunting him. A small voice is the back of his mind kept reminding him to keep cool. So he waits...
As anticipated, Morty comes at him. Good. Defense was his specialty. Noting how his opponents eyes linger on his wings he scuffs, typical. As the black form barrels straight for him, he holds his ground. Until the very crucial moment when the stallions body shifts into position to aim a rear-ended kick at him. As the much shorter stallion is swinging around(to present his rear hooves to buck), his wings unfurl as his front limbs push up and rear hunches launch him into the air. Using one thrust of his wings to lift him faster but should also send him right over top of the dark stallion before him.
Landing forelimbs first, wings already tucked to his barrel, his rear hooves just hit the clay and he is gathering them underneath himself to buck out before Morty has the chance to slink away. His aim, is the general direction behind him that Morty may still occupy(as he had just leaped over top of the short statured creature). If anything it would deter the stallion from attacking him from behind until he could move away.
After the single, powerful buck, he is trotting forwards. Recollecting himself and reassessing Morty's location. Finding that the stallion had galloped forwards from his last position, when he begins to turn right. Not knowing if he had made contact with his buck, his eyes focus on the stallion for any noteable changes in gait that would signify an injury.
Not seeing anything significant (if it had possibly been a solid hit, surely he would have felt it too), he continues at a trot. In having turned right, his direction of travel is clockwise, and heading back towards the dark creature in a sizeable circle. His right eye follows the stallions movements and with little warning, he turns sharply and charges straight for his opponent at a full gallop. He was done playing a cat and mouse game.
Hooves land with a deafening thud against the hard earth below. Sweat begins to dampen his coat, even as the sun dips lower with each minute. The speed and stamina of his forefathers bring him quickly to the smaller stallion. Whether Morty was standing his ground or leading him into a chase, he was sure to catch the monster.
When he does finally reach striking distance, his lavender lips pull back to reveal sharp incisors. Aiming to grab the tender muscles of the males neck, he snakes his head towards Morty. Hoping to come out with a mouth full of flesh and possibly draw blood. If he had been able to grip Morty's crest, he may have attempted to pull the stallion down to the ground as the monster had done to his daughter.
His position would be relevant to Morty's stance at his charge. If Morty had turned to run away, he would be coming up his side to strike. If Morty had stood his ground, they would have met head to head and they would be facing different directions. Either would work for his attack. <p> <div class="klaudius2_name">Klaudius</div> <div class="klaudius2_quote">I was lightning, before the thunder</div> <img class="klaudius2_image" src="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/8d/c9/3e/8dc93e430176d5941c6fcd1246992ca0--body-glitter-men-models.jpg"> </div> </center>
Defense- using his wings to launch him over Morty's buck
Counter attack- buck upon landing
Attack- charging and biting at neck