05-31-2016, 05:16 PM
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A clever one, eh? Now he grins. It's subtle, maybe even half-assed, but it's there. The boys seem to mimic one another at first, neither shying away, neither showing signs of cowering to the other. <i>It's beautiful to watch,</i> muse the trees. The gentleness of the breeze now picks up and the surrounding trees let their skeleton limbs dance and brush against each other with a quiet cheer for the fighters.
Chem's not sure how he managed to snake his body backward so quickly, but the steely stallion isn't to be taken lightly. He uses the lack of space between them to his advantage – this stallion has been to the rodeo before. He snaps at his nape like a wolf for an ankle. He's successful and the shock sizzles down Chem's speckled spine. At first the assault makes him want to instinctively duck down and back out, this would be a mistake, he realizes in nanoseconds. In his defense he thrusts up in a rear, a small and struggling rear (the stallions grip is seemingly powerful and well placed). Chem hopes to throw him off as much as he can and adjusts his body to face the dapple gray chest to chest. He wants to damage the jaw wrapped around the fuzzy pile of dread-locked hair that is the crest of his thick neck. It provides padding enough, but the pinch is hard and painful. He's not sure when the disconnect happened but this allows him to dance away on feathered legs. It's not a clean break and he receives a delightful sucker punch to his right butt cheek. A half moon of fresh pink flashes from beneath the obsidian of his coat.
His small retreat works well enough but it's not distance he wants, so he pivots to face him once more, slashing his chipped, hardened feet toward the face of his opponent. His intention is to smack, punch or clip the boyo in the forehead. It's a two prong attack, though, dually purposed to make the gray shy away and blind himself for even just a fleeting moment. It is hard to stop ones body from flinching when something is flying at your face...especially if your any ounce equine in nature. Everyone tries to avoid getting hit in the face, right?
He'll use this first attack to hopefully weaken, but at the very least distract his opponent from his second maneuver. Propped raggedly on hind limbs, one weakened from a well aimed kick. He's painfully straining to keep his upper body afloat while he swings his feet for Azael's head. His body is battered from fighting. His rough black pelt is marred and ripped, blood still caked on his wounds. His muscles feel like strings that are about to give out. He pushes for one last piece of energy, for the adrenaline coursing hard and fast through his veins to go into overdrive even for just a half-second. He's in a semi-rear at this time, suddenly his flailing legs stop and he folds them tight underneath him. He springs like a lightening fast torpedo of inky hair and exposed teeth. He sets his sights for Azael's vulnerable little left ear. This is his favorite move. It's always proved worthy as long as he is fast enough. Sometimes he is and sometimes he's not but when he is it's bad news for anyone on the other end. He'll clench so hard it'll bleed, if he can manage a decent grip. The ear is so very sensitive and can be torn easily, no one wants that, but then again no one wants their shit taken from them either. Fair trade. He'll snap like a gator until something is grasped, not justhair but flesh flesh flesh, meat, muscle, the metallic taste of blood. He wants that ear – he's hungry for it and if he can get it he'll fall back to his feet with all the force he can muster and hopefully bring his adversary with him. He'll shake like a canine with a rabbit when he finally finds something worth grabbing with his dull yellow teeth.
The wind howls now, screeching almost and bringing in the darkness with it. Clouds choke the sun and the pale beyond turns into gray shadows. The forests are naked and the lakes are solid, the wind has nothing to hinder it while it screams down the valley and into the plains. Temperatures are dropping fast and the storm is picking up, faster and faster, they may not finish before it reaches them.
<center><div id="imjustalittleunwell">chemdog</div><div style="font-style: italic; letter-spacing: 1px;">astra inclinant, sed non obligant.</div></center></div></div></center>
Chemdog
Six Years and Healthy, Athletically Fit
Sturdy Drafty Build - Hybrid
17hh
Black Paint w/ Birdcatcher Spots
No Traits
Sum: Chems defense to Az's 1st attack is jamming his neck into Az's mouth... hoping his advantage of strength will throw Az off or at least make his jaw hurt enough to let go. His first attack is a punch to the face (or several, but i don't care if they don't land or where they land), a typical stallion rear up and slash those feet like they like to do (; - the point though is to make Az shy away from the hooves coming at is eyes. We all know horses don't really like that. His next attack, taking advantage of his flinch, he goes for the ear and wants to drag the stallion's head downward and shake it back and forth, resembling canine behavior. [he's seen canines do this, he like it]
His bite to Chem's neckline is successful. Azael's kick lands on his rump instead of his hock but it's a powerful hit, still.
Chem's Injuries, so far:
<I>- hurty bum-cheek
- hurty neck
<sup>[plus all the injuries from his last fight]</sup></i>
A clever one, eh? Now he grins. It's subtle, maybe even half-assed, but it's there. The boys seem to mimic one another at first, neither shying away, neither showing signs of cowering to the other. <i>It's beautiful to watch,</i> muse the trees. The gentleness of the breeze now picks up and the surrounding trees let their skeleton limbs dance and brush against each other with a quiet cheer for the fighters.
Chem's not sure how he managed to snake his body backward so quickly, but the steely stallion isn't to be taken lightly. He uses the lack of space between them to his advantage – this stallion has been to the rodeo before. He snaps at his nape like a wolf for an ankle. He's successful and the shock sizzles down Chem's speckled spine. At first the assault makes him want to instinctively duck down and back out, this would be a mistake, he realizes in nanoseconds. In his defense he thrusts up in a rear, a small and struggling rear (the stallions grip is seemingly powerful and well placed). Chem hopes to throw him off as much as he can and adjusts his body to face the dapple gray chest to chest. He wants to damage the jaw wrapped around the fuzzy pile of dread-locked hair that is the crest of his thick neck. It provides padding enough, but the pinch is hard and painful. He's not sure when the disconnect happened but this allows him to dance away on feathered legs. It's not a clean break and he receives a delightful sucker punch to his right butt cheek. A half moon of fresh pink flashes from beneath the obsidian of his coat.
His small retreat works well enough but it's not distance he wants, so he pivots to face him once more, slashing his chipped, hardened feet toward the face of his opponent. His intention is to smack, punch or clip the boyo in the forehead. It's a two prong attack, though, dually purposed to make the gray shy away and blind himself for even just a fleeting moment. It is hard to stop ones body from flinching when something is flying at your face...especially if your any ounce equine in nature. Everyone tries to avoid getting hit in the face, right?
He'll use this first attack to hopefully weaken, but at the very least distract his opponent from his second maneuver. Propped raggedly on hind limbs, one weakened from a well aimed kick. He's painfully straining to keep his upper body afloat while he swings his feet for Azael's head. His body is battered from fighting. His rough black pelt is marred and ripped, blood still caked on his wounds. His muscles feel like strings that are about to give out. He pushes for one last piece of energy, for the adrenaline coursing hard and fast through his veins to go into overdrive even for just a half-second. He's in a semi-rear at this time, suddenly his flailing legs stop and he folds them tight underneath him. He springs like a lightening fast torpedo of inky hair and exposed teeth. He sets his sights for Azael's vulnerable little left ear. This is his favorite move. It's always proved worthy as long as he is fast enough. Sometimes he is and sometimes he's not but when he is it's bad news for anyone on the other end. He'll clench so hard it'll bleed, if he can manage a decent grip. The ear is so very sensitive and can be torn easily, no one wants that, but then again no one wants their shit taken from them either. Fair trade. He'll snap like a gator until something is grasped, not justhair but flesh flesh flesh, meat, muscle, the metallic taste of blood. He wants that ear – he's hungry for it and if he can get it he'll fall back to his feet with all the force he can muster and hopefully bring his adversary with him. He'll shake like a canine with a rabbit when he finally finds something worth grabbing with his dull yellow teeth.
The wind howls now, screeching almost and bringing in the darkness with it. Clouds choke the sun and the pale beyond turns into gray shadows. The forests are naked and the lakes are solid, the wind has nothing to hinder it while it screams down the valley and into the plains. Temperatures are dropping fast and the storm is picking up, faster and faster, they may not finish before it reaches them.
<center><div id="imjustalittleunwell">chemdog</div><div style="font-style: italic; letter-spacing: 1px;">astra inclinant, sed non obligant.</div></center></div></div></center>
Chemdog
Six Years and Healthy, Athletically Fit
Sturdy Drafty Build - Hybrid
17hh
Black Paint w/ Birdcatcher Spots
No Traits
Sum: Chems defense to Az's 1st attack is jamming his neck into Az's mouth... hoping his advantage of strength will throw Az off or at least make his jaw hurt enough to let go. His first attack is a punch to the face (or several, but i don't care if they don't land or where they land), a typical stallion rear up and slash those feet like they like to do (; - the point though is to make Az shy away from the hooves coming at is eyes. We all know horses don't really like that. His next attack, taking advantage of his flinch, he goes for the ear and wants to drag the stallion's head downward and shake it back and forth, resembling canine behavior. [he's seen canines do this, he like it]
His bite to Chem's neckline is successful. Azael's kick lands on his rump instead of his hock but it's a powerful hit, still.
Chem's Injuries, so far:
<I>- hurty bum-cheek
- hurty neck
<sup>[plus all the injuries from his last fight]</sup></i>
