the battle is almost over. she was unsure as to what the final results would be though. she'd made such stupid mistakes... she chided herself mentally, but did not betray her fear of losing to her opponent. well, depending on what he does, this will declare the winner and the loser... shock showed within her twin oracles as he felt her grasp hold of her tail. her form twisted and writhed, to loosen itself from the male's grasp, but she couldn't escape fast enough. his limbs slammed in to hers, and while it wasn't broken, she knew she would not be able to rear, her limb wouldn't support her full mass upon it.
but in order to have performed the attack he'd just done, he'd have to be derectly behind her. as she lurched from his grasp, pain ripping through her at the quick movements, she thrust out her hindlimbs once more. her target? his forelimbs. the would most likely be unmoving, because he'd have to steady himself after rearing slightly to slam upon her hindlimbs. and, lucky her, equine creatures have limbs that only bend in one direction; forward. to contact his fore appendage with enough force would likely make it snap. knowing this would be her only opportunity to gain the upperhand, she allowed her hindlimbs to rest for a mere split second before kicking towards him again. she didn't care what she hit, as long as she hit something.
she wouldn't give him a foal. she couldn't! but the battle was over now, and it was no longer in her hands. wearily she moved away from him, visibly limping. her side burned, from her injured rib, and sweat caused her silver marking to practically dissolve, camafloguing them amogst the surrounding ebony hairs. her silver streaked tendrils snapped against her hocks angerily. so, who's the loser, who's the winner?
a e r i a l
hush x wicca
mouthful of poison
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