07-14-2015, 11:42 AM
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I Come Alive
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Beg forgiveness,
With some words that mean nothing,
Illusions like smoke in my breath.
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The sun burns hotly on her back and the light breeze from the sea tousles her hair as Branka watches Killgore closely. The bay clearly has no intention of backing down and Branka is pleased. It had been too long since the buckskin had an excuse to fight. To feel the impact of flesh beneath her hooves and the taste of blood in her mouth. In the end this was what their small herd needed, a clear pecking order. They had Khaos but in the end it would take more direction than that to keep them whole and healthy. This wasn’t Branka’s first fight and she doubted it would be the last with this mare, unless Killgore was the type that would bend the knee when she knew she was bested. Branka didn’t want her to lose her fire, just the childlike foolishness and fit throwing.
When Killgore accepts her invitation with biting words all Branka can do is smile wryly, and cruelly taunt, "At least my child draws breath." And with her last comment she rises to meet Killgore, matching her stance with a rear of her own as she paws at the empty air. It is merely a display and she is quick to return to solid ground in the anticipation of a coming attack. Though the bay was shorter and more delicately built than she, it did not mean that Branka lacked any grace of movement. Her legs were long and graceful from the heavy spanish influences while her body was muscular and fit. She let out deep cries, matching the bay in their screams for dominance.
Killgore made the first move coming towards her at angle that would back her towards the water. Instead of moving back towards the water, Branka moved forward and at an angle to move in parallel to Killgore. The bay mare rears up once more before launching herself towards Branka causing the large buckskin to let out a scream and lunge forward as well. Her body angled with the intent of the forward movement putting her shoulder to shoulder with Killgore. She felt a sting on her neck as teeth sunk into her flesh. Branka let out a scream as she felt the rip in skin and reared up, lashing out with her front hooves. The contact would be made at the withers causing pain to the slighter mare, unless Killgore moved in which case it was likely that the blow would fall on her side or rump, just grazing her skin but still causing discomfort depending on which way the bay moved. Once done Branka dropped to the ground and moved forward and to the side, turning back around to face the same direction as Killgore while doing her best to avoid flailing hooves.
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I come alive when I'm falling down
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Branka | Warlander | Dapple Buckskin | Mare
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<div class="sun">
I Come Alive
</div><div class="rising">
Beg forgiveness,
With some words that mean nothing,
Illusions like smoke in my breath.
</div><br>
<div class="facing">
The sun burns hotly on her back and the light breeze from the sea tousles her hair as Branka watches Killgore closely. The bay clearly has no intention of backing down and Branka is pleased. It had been too long since the buckskin had an excuse to fight. To feel the impact of flesh beneath her hooves and the taste of blood in her mouth. In the end this was what their small herd needed, a clear pecking order. They had Khaos but in the end it would take more direction than that to keep them whole and healthy. This wasn’t Branka’s first fight and she doubted it would be the last with this mare, unless Killgore was the type that would bend the knee when she knew she was bested. Branka didn’t want her to lose her fire, just the childlike foolishness and fit throwing.
When Killgore accepts her invitation with biting words all Branka can do is smile wryly, and cruelly taunt, "At least my child draws breath." And with her last comment she rises to meet Killgore, matching her stance with a rear of her own as she paws at the empty air. It is merely a display and she is quick to return to solid ground in the anticipation of a coming attack. Though the bay was shorter and more delicately built than she, it did not mean that Branka lacked any grace of movement. Her legs were long and graceful from the heavy spanish influences while her body was muscular and fit. She let out deep cries, matching the bay in their screams for dominance.
Killgore made the first move coming towards her at angle that would back her towards the water. Instead of moving back towards the water, Branka moved forward and at an angle to move in parallel to Killgore. The bay mare rears up once more before launching herself towards Branka causing the large buckskin to let out a scream and lunge forward as well. Her body angled with the intent of the forward movement putting her shoulder to shoulder with Killgore. She felt a sting on her neck as teeth sunk into her flesh. Branka let out a scream as she felt the rip in skin and reared up, lashing out with her front hooves. The contact would be made at the withers causing pain to the slighter mare, unless Killgore moved in which case it was likely that the blow would fall on her side or rump, just grazing her skin but still causing discomfort depending on which way the bay moved. Once done Branka dropped to the ground and moved forward and to the side, turning back around to face the same direction as Killgore while doing her best to avoid flailing hooves.
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<div class="rising">
I come alive when I'm falling down
</div><br><div class="noties">
Branka | Warlander | Dapple Buckskin | Mare
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