Killdare vs Astri

[Warship]

RULES
- 2 posts each
- 2 attacks per post/1 defense
- 1 complete dodge PER THREAD
- 3 days between posts (this is pretty lax, I know we are all busy!)
- TRAITS ALLOWED
- It probably goes without saying, but no god-moding/powerplaying.

@[Killdare] @[Astri]

[Killdare]

THE DRAGON'S IRE, MORE FIERCE THAN FIRE

If Killdare can do anything, he can serve, he can do as he is asked. That is why he once again finds himself in the mock lands, awaiting a dance of flesh with a kingdom mate. Standing on the flat expanse of plains, shoots of greenery already poking through the hard earth. For now they were in their infancy, soon enough though this land would become a sea of grass, endless waves of bended stalks.

He waits patiently because he is in no hurry, because he rather likes the green woman and is in no rush to spar with her in truth. He’ll do what he must though, it is required, and it’s expected. Mustn’t we live up to expectations? The bay colonel waits, taking in the smell of the spring blooms, the emerging life that erupts across Beqanna. The world has an almost after the rain smell, the caps of snow receding back into the earth have left it fresh and new. He hopes that Astri has refrained from breeding this season, or at least that her foal has found its way into the world.  Fighting a pregnant woman would be shameful, even for a Chamberling.

Only when the mantis colored female appears does he perk, ears swiveling to find her approach. He gives her a brief nod, an acknowledgement, much like the touching of boxer’s gloves. Then there are no more pleasantries, there mustn’t be and he knows this. He knows this, yet part of him cares little as well.

Kildare rears, his wings tucked close at his sides, forelegs stabbing in the mare’s direction. He swipes at her with them, a shrill cry issuing from his darkened lips as he does so. A move to increase his adrenaline, to get the blood flowing, the air pumping into his lungs and through his veins. A huff and a snort as he falls to the earth again with a thud, and a billowing kickup of dust. It’s movement then that he needs, moving away from Astri to her left. Of expectations he tires, knocking into her left side with his right- more play than anything but his size is considerable. He wouldn’t be surprised to have knocked her off balanced, or left her winded like an annoying big brother.

Yup :|