09-03-2019, 09:45 AM
His attention had been pulled away to long by the feathered friend. His heart fluttered in tune with the wings shuffled wings as he tried to “regain his balance”, all of which was a ploy to hold Jakub’s attention.
It had worked.
Before he knew it Aten was charging his unprotected side in an attempt to knock him over. It was true that Aten was slightly taller and broader, but in his transformation Jakub had gained thick muscles beneath his weather worn, leather thick, hide. Just before Aten made impact with his side, Jakub had just enough time to widen his stance slightly. It was enough for his cloven hooves to find some semblance of traction amongst the gritty ground of the planes. Aten’s weight pushed him across the ground as Jakub leaned into the force.
He slid unknowingly into a small boulder that was rooted into the ancient ground. It caught his front hoof by surprise forcing him to lose his balance, this had been Aten’s goal all along. As he began to tip Jakub turned his large head towards the ground as it began to rise and meet him. His horn, however, met the ground first digging itself into the dry, packed dirt. He could feel his weight leaning into his horn, threatening to snap it right in half, and so he used his current position anchored into the ground to pivot around his horn and away from Aten. Once he was away from the larger stallion’s head he yanked his horn free from it’s grounded cage.
He blew a forceful plume of air from his nostrils, disturbing the dirt beneath his feet once again, he looked every ounce the bull he was. He charged Aten, head down, horns out. When he got close enough to the stallion he cocked his head slightly aiming for his friends buttocks hoping to penetrate the soft skin, and thick muscles. It would be a blow that would cripple him for the rest of the mock, but also an injury that would not cause devastating harm.
@[Aten]
It had worked.
Before he knew it Aten was charging his unprotected side in an attempt to knock him over. It was true that Aten was slightly taller and broader, but in his transformation Jakub had gained thick muscles beneath his weather worn, leather thick, hide. Just before Aten made impact with his side, Jakub had just enough time to widen his stance slightly. It was enough for his cloven hooves to find some semblance of traction amongst the gritty ground of the planes. Aten’s weight pushed him across the ground as Jakub leaned into the force.
He slid unknowingly into a small boulder that was rooted into the ancient ground. It caught his front hoof by surprise forcing him to lose his balance, this had been Aten’s goal all along. As he began to tip Jakub turned his large head towards the ground as it began to rise and meet him. His horn, however, met the ground first digging itself into the dry, packed dirt. He could feel his weight leaning into his horn, threatening to snap it right in half, and so he used his current position anchored into the ground to pivot around his horn and away from Aten. Once he was away from the larger stallion’s head he yanked his horn free from it’s grounded cage.
He blew a forceful plume of air from his nostrils, disturbing the dirt beneath his feet once again, he looked every ounce the bull he was. He charged Aten, head down, horns out. When he got close enough to the stallion he cocked his head slightly aiming for his friends buttocks hoping to penetrate the soft skin, and thick muscles. It would be a blow that would cripple him for the rest of the mock, but also an injury that would not cause devastating harm.
@[Aten]
Tephra inhabitant (Alpha)