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Post by Swifthoof on May 5, 2008 16:24:35 GMT -5
His eyes narrowed as he managed to hit her in the shoulder, keeping one eye on her and the other on the filly. Leaping back, he reared as Coldheard aimed for his shoulder. The stallion aimed to move out of the way, but her hooves still managed to scratch his shoulder. Ignoring the sting, he let out an angry neigh before aiming his teeth for her shoulder.
Then another shrill whinny filled his ears and he looked toward the filly who was charging at Coldheart. His eyes widened slightly. Did the filly want a death wish? Leaping away from Coldheart, he quickly circled her other side and aimed his teeth for her withers. |
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Post by [R].ebel on May 6, 2008 8:21:47 GMT -5
Coldheart had to think fast but stayed calm. The filly had to learn a lesson, even if it meant letting the stallion go. Coldheart back stepped away from Graystorm's teeth, just barely getting out of the way, but now she had to turn her attention to the filly who was charging down for her. Coldheart, ears pinned back flat on her head, turned to face the filly, ignoring the stinging pain as Graystorm's teeth latched onto her whithers, blood flowing. She reared up and aimed her hooves for the fillies head, eyes burning.
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Post by andiroo on May 7, 2008 8:50:46 GMT -5
She trumpeted a challenge to Coldheart, still running headlong for the mare even as the stallion grabbed the bay by the withers in a futile attempt to stay her hoof. She had reared anyway, eyes narrowed and hooves flashing as she struck out for Wachiwi's head. The filly tossed her head at the last possible second, avoiding the full force of Coldheart's attack, though still catching a face full of hoof. Blood flowed from the gash, dripping into her eye as she went down hard, forelegs folding underneath her. Staring up at Coldheart from the ground, she snorted, then immediately regretted it. That blow to the head had really jarred her, leaving her with the worst headache ever, in addition to severely bruised pride. Wachiwi rose on unsteady hooves, shaking slightly as she stood to face the mare and the stallion. I think I'm just gonna go, she said softly, blood stark against the white of her face as it dripped onto the grass at their feet. Stiffly she turned away, head hung low as she walked painfully slow towards the Neutral Lands, content to banish herself.
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Post by Swifthoof on May 7, 2008 16:00:09 GMT -5
The stallion smirked as he managed to hit his target. Soon, he let go and leaped back, watching as Coldheart struck out at the filly, hitting her head. He grimaced as he watched Wachiwi sink down and heard her words. I think I'm just gonna go,. He let out a soft snort of sympathy before turning to Coldheart. You sure can teach a lesson he said, a small smirk crossing his muzzle as he readied himself for another hit. |
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Post by [R].ebel on May 8, 2008 12:29:50 GMT -5
Coldheart snorted and nodded her head in a show of "That's what you get" attitude as the filly walked away. The bay's eyes turned to the stallion and she turned to face him.
"Now... where were we..."
The stinging pain on her whithers only fueled her anger towards the stallion... but something else was fueling as well. No mustang, or even a stallion, had threatened her battle as much as he did... there was something about him that made her not want to fight him, but her stubborn pride was blocking her feelings.
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Post by Swifthoof on May 8, 2008 16:26:26 GMT -5
Graystorm looked over at Coldheart as she watched the filly walk away. Tossing his head, he heard her words. Now... where were we. The stallion couldn't help but grin at her words. Let's see..I believe this is the part where you try to hit me he answered, his blue eyes glinting in amusement. Normally, he wouldn't be this sarcastic around others, knowing it ticked them off. But this mare seemed different even if she was from a rival herd. |
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Post by andiroo on May 8, 2008 17:02:24 GMT -5
OOC: So I guess Wachiwi's a banned rogue now...I figure she'll go on and disappear from this RP, and come up again in another when she finds some horses or something. It's been fun rping with you guys. :]
IC: It was hot in the plains, she decided, so hot that the air sapped the strength from her muscles, dried the sweat on her body into stiff hanks of hair. The very flies that would normally feast upon her seemed as tired as she, their feeble buzzing barely reaching her ears. The wound on her face had stopped bleeding, the bright red fluid drying an ugly brown color on her coat. The gnats would occasionally flit around the open wound, only to flee from another heat wave.
She wandered aimlessly, only knowing she was headed in the direction of the Cimarron Herd. She knew she could find water and grass there. It was all just a matter of getting there without dying...
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Post by [R].ebel on May 9, 2008 8:16:13 GMT -5
OOC: Aye, it has.  BIC"
Coldheart snorted, angered at his cocky words. She let out a fierce neigh and spun around, aiming a powerful kick from both back legs, aimed for her chest.
“You’ll regret those words!”
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Post by Swifthoof on May 9, 2008 21:38:25 GMT -5
(Yep, yep, yep ;D ) You’ll regret those words!
Azure eyes narrowed as she spun around and aimed a kick at him. He stood his ground and took the kick, grunting as her hooves cut into his chest. He smirked before speaking. I haven't regretted them yet he said, his smirk turning into a grin. As strange as it was there was something about the mare that he found..attractive in a way. Maybe it was her spunkyness, but who knew?
Snorting, he leaped away before charging at her and aimed to push her to the ground. |
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Post by [R].ebel on May 10, 2008 11:35:36 GMT -5
OOC: Spunkyness! ^^ I like that word! Spunky!
BIC:
Coldheart actually grinned as she had managed to hit her mark but her grin soon faded as she turned to face him, only to realize he was charging her. The small bay whinnied in surprise and fell to the ground under his weight, eyes wide and slightly in shock… but she didn’t fight him. She lay slightly dazed, having never been pinned to the ground, especially by a stallion. Coldheart looked into the eyes of the victor but didn’t feel malice towards him… instead she felt something totally different… something she’d never felt before. She opened her mouth as if to speak but nothing would come out except for some stuttering.
“I-I…I’m…s-s-sorry…”
OOC again: I’m guessing he pushes her to the ground with him on her, wasn’t too sure but didn’t want to powerplay either so… tell me if it’s not okay. |
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Post by Swifthoof on May 10, 2008 11:55:12 GMT -5
A small smirk crossed his face as he managed to pin her to the ground, but his whole weight wasn't on her allowing her to push him off if she ever wanted to. Azure eyes narrowed as she didn't seem to be fighting back. His white forelock stuck to his forehead as his auds pricked to her words. A confused look crossed his face. What do you have to be sorry about? he asked, his voice quiet as his blue gaze looked back at her. |
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Post by [R].ebel on May 10, 2008 12:03:15 GMT -5
Coldheart had no idea what she had to be sorry for... and she sat trying to figure out why she'd said it. She couldn't find any words as she found herself lost in his eyes Finally, as if coming out of a trance, she blinked, trying to still explain herself.
"I... I don't... know... I guess... I... don't know..."
What am I doing? He's Cimarron. I'm supposed to be fighting him... why don't I want to...
"I... I don't want... to fight anymore."
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Post by Swifthoof on May 10, 2008 12:19:18 GMT -5
[She didn't come here looking for love
And the cool thing was
Neither did I]
His eyes blinked in surprise at her words and he slowly nodded, getting off her. Tossing his head, he looked at her, still slightly confused at her change in attitude. Sighing, he looked at the wound on her neck before speaking. We should get that wound cleaned up he said as he flicked his eyes toward the ground, looking for any herbs or plants that would help. Spotting some marigold, he picked off a few stems before coming toward her, his steps slow and cautious.
Stopping at her neck, he gently pressed some crushed leaves on her wound before stepping back. That should help with fighing against infection he said, a small smile crossing his face |
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Post by [R].ebel on May 10, 2008 12:28:46 GMT -5
Coldheart still seemed dazed and hadn’t even realized he had gotten off of her until she felt pressure on her neck. She nearly jumped away from it but then realized it was him, helping her… after she’d just fought him. Now she was confused herself. Coldheart looked at him, slightly surprised as he stepped back, then lowered her eyes in thought. The mare stood up, careful not to let the herbs fall off her wound. She found words were coming easier to her now and felt he deserved thanks, but she’d never thanked anyone before, especially someone of the Ciamrron.
“T-Thank you.”
Coldheart didn’t know what to do or say, so she took a deep breath and got herself together so that she could find out more about him… and possibly what made her stop fighting him.
“I guess… I should have asked first… what brings you on Darksun land?”
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Post by Swifthoof on May 10, 2008 12:53:13 GMT -5
Hearing her words, he nodded, smiling. No problem. Glad to help he answered, his smile turning into a grin. Hearing her question, his head tilted and he flicked his gaze away. I don't even know..I've been here a few times before but this is the first time I've been caught he said, tossing his white forelock out of his eyes. |
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