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Post by Enchantress on May 4, 2020 20:20:02 GMT -8
[nospaces] [attr="class","letgo"] [attr="class","text"] Irony. Life is full of ironies, and Starstruck is certainly one of them. [break][break]
It was hard to believe that just a few years ago, she was a shining beauty. The gorgeous golden girl of the land. She met Shadowen, a handsome stallion whom she was ready to give her heart to. That is, until there was competition for the stud. Her opponent was furious with jealousy at the male's lack of attention towards her, and found an opportune time to punish Starstruck for the audacity. It was quick and swift - one fateful blow to the head and Starstruck was left for dead. [break][break]
Thankfully, she did not die, but her heart did. So did her vision. But all that is another story. It's all in the past now... The mare sighed deeply. But I'm tired. Tired of living...[break][break]
Death.[break][break]
Never in her wildest dreams would Starstruck think that she would be entertaining the very idea - until now. In the past, she would have scorn at those who talked about it, who even thought about it. Yet, she found herself pausing upon the thought of death. Perhaps it would be worth it. Perhaps the end would justify the means. It would be a sweet relief, after all. What has she to live for?[break][break]
Nothing. Nothing at all.[break][break]
What was previously a confident, easy-going gal had turned into a withdrawn and depressed mare. She was now crippled with blindness and bitterness.[break][break]
She slowly picked her way to the place where she used to visit often. This was the place where she often came for peace and quiet. It was her place of refuge, her haven, her shelter against the storm. The femmora slowly made her way to the brink of the oasis. Now, she was again here for the same reasons: to seek the hush and lull of the spirits.[break][break]
The still, deep water beckoned her. They called to her with their low chants. Perhaps...perhaps...death would not be so bad after all, and she could finally rest in peace... [break][break]
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Post by Angie on May 23, 2020 11:49:05 GMT -8
Death was a promise to all for one day the game of hide and seek with it would end. All things come to an end, but one simply couldn’t just roll over and give up. Everyday had been a fight to live for the young stallion. Everyday he did want he could just to make it to another dawn and so he expected the same effort to be put in by those around him. Yes, he knew that some had it easy and didn’t have to struggle to find a place to stand in the sun, but that didn’t mean he liked it. Though he wouldn’t shove another out of his way either. At least he claims he wouldn’t but deep down? Deep down he knows that if it needed to be done for power and respect he’d do it. He’d push others around and towards greatness and if they couldn’t keep up he’d leave them in the mud. Stormshield had no time or desire to foalsit the last who wouldn’t even try let alone give it their all.
Thinking about it he gave a snort before something caught his ears. Someone was near and talking, but it didn’t sound like they where talking to him. Interesting he thought as he made his way forward. Through the darkness of the night he finally found his way to an oasis where he spotted a golden mare. There was something off about her but he couldn’t put his hoof on it. ”Strange time to be out for a stroll is it not?” He questioned. His voice clear and a bit loud as he partly yelled it due to standing some body lengths away from her. He eyed the mare as his ears swiveled on his head alert and listening incase she wasn’t alone out here. Last thing he wanted was to be ambushed.
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Post by Enchantress on May 23, 2020 12:33:44 GMT -8
[nospaces] [attr="class","letgo"] [attr="class","text"] Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad... [break][break] Starstruck knew she was only deceiving herself, but it was strange how lies could be so comforting. Truth is, it was not her first time entertaining the thought, but before, there has always been someone or something that held her back. Deep down, she was still afraid of death - possibly because she had experienced being so close to dying, and really had been hovering by death's door. It was a curious thing, wanting and fearing the same thing. Perhaps she was going mad. She certainly left like it. [break][break] "Strange time to be out for a stroll is it not?" [break][break] The mare jerked back a little, her body suddenly tense. She had been so caught up in her thoughts that she had let her senses and guard down. Her head swung towards the direction of the voice, ears perked high and alert. It did not sound threatening, but she had definitely not expected someone to be nearby, much less at this hour. [break][break] "I...I suppose." Nostrils flared as she tried to make out the speaker's scent. There was a faint trace of another equine, but that was all she could make out, as the other seemed to be some distance away. But according to the deeper register of the voice, she guessed that it must be masculine, and thus a stallion. [break][break] "I could ask the same of you." The tone of her voice had gotten slightly defensive. Who was this stranger, and had he somehow guessed her thoughts? In some strange way, because she has lost her vision, the mare feels that she is now more exposed, and was afraid that others could see right through her. Her sense of security was lost, and right now she scrambled to collect her thoughts and compose herself. She was only a shadow of what she was before, but at the very least, she still held on to her dignity. [break][break] "Who are you?" [break]
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Post by Angie on Jun 1, 2020 23:47:26 GMT -8
Storm was no mind reader in fact he had no ideas about this mare. For all he knew she could be ghost there to taunt him. Though that idea was rather laughable as why would the ghost of a strange single him out? Clearly there was more important equines to single out. In any case he narrowed his eyes at the mare her outline clear, but that was basically it for he didn’t have the eyes of an owl. He couldn’t see in the darkness of the night. Therefore Stormshield couldn’t make out any details about the mare other then the fact that she was female from her voice. Snorting at her retort he couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle. ”I suppose you could, but tell me Princess why so defensive? It was only a simple comment. Expecting another?” He spoke to her in a voice that was strange. It was calm, in a proud slightly mocking sort of way, but at the same time it was as if he was judging her based on her reply. Honestly he was. It wasn’t anything personal he just seemed to be that way. A stallion who judged the world and those in it.
Ooc: So sorry this sucks, it was a major struggle.
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Post by Enchantress on Jun 2, 2020 10:01:41 GMT -8
[attr="class","letgo"] [attr="class","text"]It was strange how Fate always seemed to throw someone at her just as she was about to do something rash. She does not yet realize that it is her saving grace that someone interrupted her, because her emotions have clouded most of her rational judgement. Right now, the emotions she had been bottling up were just starting to drip out. It was like a leak. It would start off small, but once it flows for a while and is let loose, it would all come gushing out. The stallion had no idea what was in store if he somehow hit her weak points.
Starstruck laughed, but it was a bitter laugh. "Princess? Me?" She almost snorted. Unladylike, but who was she to care? "Anything but that!" She did not want to hear more flattery - those were fitting for her past life, but not now. She had thought she was past feeling offensive about her sorry state, but apparently she still cared too much about it. What she did not realize was that the stallion had not figured out the said state.
Now she struggled to hold on to her dignity and civility. "No, I'm not expecting anyone. Were you?" A tiny part of her was curious who this stallion was, because he was definitely a stranger to her. Just a tiny part though. [attr="class","note"] TAG: Angie | MUSE: ok | WORD COUNT: 225 | ♪NOTES: No worries, it's not bad! <3 I also have a hard time getting into her head as well ✵ [newclass=".letgo"]width: 500px; padding: 15px 0px;border: solid 1px #fff;box-shadow: 5px 10px 20px #888888; background-color:#fff;[/newclass] [newclass=".letgo .note"]padding:15px; color:#506e93; border-top:solid 1px #fff; font-style:bold; letter-spacing:0.5px; font-family: 'georgia', bold; font-size:11px;margin-top:-20px;[/newclass] [newclass=".letgo .text"]padding: 35px; color:#444; text-align:justify; margin-top:0px; border-top: solid 1px #fff; font-family: 'georgia', sans-serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing: 0.25px; [/newclass]
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Post by Angie on Jun 3, 2020 14:53:21 GMT -8
Blue eyes narrowed as he watched the mare. His ears perked on his head as he listened to her and his body tensed up for some strange unknown reason. Honestly there was something odd about her and he didn’t like it. He had hoped his night would have been more fun, but clearly this wasn’t going well. Tossing his head back as he heard her speak about not wanting him to call her princess. Raising a brow he shook his head at her reactions. ”Anything huh? Well how about slave?” He said smoothing in a low growl as he moved forward. Stepping closer he moved himself aiming to stand within her personal bubble. Breathing in deeply he let it out in a huff before moving away to look the other way.
”No. I am not expecting another. Simply out for a stroll in the moonlight.” He snorted as he kept his gaze up at the moon. ”Names Stormshield.” He finally said. It slipped from his lips calmly with a more polite tone. At the same time he was annoyed though he tried to hide it even though it slipped out ever so slightly in his tone. This mare was driving him crazy for some unknown reason. Why was he allowing himself to get played by his own game.
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Post by Enchantress on Jun 3, 2020 22:20:37 GMT -8
[attr="class","letgo"] [attr="class","text"] Her dignity was slipping fast, and the stallion's answering remarking did not make it any better. "Slave?" She almost snorted out loud. "I used to have many of those." Back when she was still young and beautiful, that is. But the way he said it seemed like he was mocking her. "What, is that what I look like?"
She bristled. Oh, the stallion was getting closer. She had been standing right next to the water's edge, but now she retreated a few steps, her hackles raised. He did not touch her, however. She felt his heat and scent as he intruded her personal space, but pulled back before she could react. What was this, a stallion trying to play with her? What did he take her for?
There was still a hint of suspicion towards his answer of expectant, but it lessened slightly when he offered his name. Stormshield, was it? It was an unique name, one she had not heard before. She paused for a heartbeat. Should she give out her name as well? It was common courtesy, after all, but he did set her on edge...
"I'm Starstruck," she said finally. "Pleased to meet you." The formality slipped out unbidden, and not completely true. She did not know what the male was thinking, but he had caught her in a weird time, and her demeanor has been quite thoroughly messed up. [attr="class","note"] TAG: Angie | MUSE: 7/10 | WORD COUNT: 233 | ♪NOTES: -- ✵ [newclass=".letgo"]width: 500px; padding: 15px 0px;border: solid 1px #fff;box-shadow: 5px 10px 20px #888888; background-color:#fff;[/newclass] [newclass=".letgo .note"]padding:15px; color:#506e93; border-top:solid 1px #fff; font-style:bold; letter-spacing:0.5px; font-family: 'georgia', bold; font-size:11px;margin-top:-20px;[/newclass] [newclass=".letgo .text"]padding: 35px; color:#444; text-align:justify; margin-top:0px; border-top: solid 1px #fff; font-family: 'georgia', sans-serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing: 0.25px; [/newclass]
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Post by Angie on Jun 5, 2020 12:12:49 GMT -8
Watching her Stormshield couldn’t help but feel something. Something not to good for her well-being. Not the type to really hurt anyone he was feeling rather annoyed and at the same time he was bored. Than here before him was a mare he could toy around with. Grinning he listened to her question and let out a laugh. ”Mmm yes you could be.” He teased with a wicked grin as he shifted and moved closer again. Moving his head closer he breathed in her scent and stored away her name. ”Starstruck, hmm you don’t seem like much of a star to me, but your scent is lovely.” He said while he attempted to rub his nose against her neck in her where he mane was. ”Yes, I like your smell very much and think you’d make a fine slave indeed.” He didn’t care what she really did or say. Honestly he really just wanted to see what she did. He was curious if she would fight back and if not he’d probably get tired of her by morning and leave her be. No he really didn’t want her as a slave he was just bored and this seemed like something to do. Ooc: This took me 3 hours to do this trash post. Totally a set up for a fight. XD Enchantress
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Post by Enchantress on Jun 5, 2020 16:36:32 GMT -8
[attr="class","letgo"] [attr="class","text"] It was all she could do to keep her composure. Civility was quickly melting away, and the mare's entire being was coiled up in tension. His laugh pricked her in the wrong way, and nerves were all set on edge. "Well, excuse you." However, that was not the end of the teasing. She felt him coming closer, but not wanting to appear weak, she did not move from her position. That is, until she felt him rubbing against her. Golden mane flying, she shielded and her teeth bared. She was no longer a princess, that was sure, but the nerve of this male! His intrusion to her personal space was the last straw. "Why, you, you--" She sputtered. Truly, the mare was shocked out of words. Insults she could handle, but intrusion to her personal space? "You unmannerly brute!" She spat out. "How dare you!" How she wished for her vision now! If only she could see exactly where to kick him... She turned her unseeing eyes towards his direction. "Do you make every mare you see your slave? I hope to the heavens that your mother is not alive to see you now." Her neck was down, head up, and teeth bared. She was angry now, all past thoughts of sadness swallowed up in the torrent of fury. [attr="class","note"] TAG: Angie | MUSE: 7/10 | WORDS: 219 NOTES: No, it's perfect! She's angry now xD ✵ [newclass=".letgo"]width: 500px; padding: 15px 0px;border: solid 1px #fff;box-shadow: 5px 10px 20px #888888; background-color:#fff;[/newclass] [newclass=".letgo .note"]padding:15px; color:#506e93; border-top:solid 1px #fff; font-style:bold; letter-spacing:0.5px; font-family: 'georgia', bold; font-size:11px;margin-top:-20px;[/newclass] [newclass=".letgo .text"]padding: 35px; color:#444; text-align:justify; margin-top:-10px; border-top: solid 1px #fff; font-family: 'georgia', sans-serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing: 0.25px; [/newclass]
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Post by Loyalty on Jun 5, 2020 23:18:07 GMT -8
even if i am but a pretender to wisdom that in itself is philosophy—
A grey stallion catches the scent of unfamiliar equine and it was for miles now a scent he followed. Winding through three, over stream and meadow, he did, moving with the sigh of a ghost shifting from shadow to shadow. The broader forest canopy opens to the sky and the beauty of the Moon Pool shimmers ahead. Far across it's milky darkness, given scant light by its namesake above, are two large creatures discerned, similar to he. One doesn't have to be a genius to observe what was going on on the over there and the mare's frustrated whinnies turn his ears even here. There is beauty in debate, he thought, though it seemed more like arguing.
What if I intervened? the dapple tosses his dark maned head, the thick locks slapping his shoulder. He observes what he can of his face in the rippling shallows underhoof. What if I didn't? So many choices among stars, yet here I am pulled towards but one. What fairness is there in that.
The dark sky remains as it has always been, sublime in its silence; a gown of raven feathers spread across a sunless sea. Dark hooves take him forward and clear water sloshes around his knees and hocks until he's half across the water towards them. The stallion's head stays low, even with his shoulders as his tail is relaxed in its subtle churning against his rump. With a firm, whimsical breath, he speaks as if reciting poetry: "Tis said Lovers maketh their way to these heavenly pools. What beauty, to sing of love to the illuminated moon, that their unity wilt succeed them beyond this nourishing yoke of life." Black eyes adjust to the adjacent levels of dark and from them makes out the shapes of a billowy palomino mare and an robust perlino stallion.
The older grey walks out of the waters, his belly, mane and tail dripping with consequential wet. Upon the rocky bank he walks in a slow semi circle around them, choosing to arc behind the stallion first some five horse-lengths away. "Prithee, travelers, let us all be Slaves to Reason and keep these spellbound waters unspoilt by abhorration." With his low head angled towards the mare, he stares, ears held aloft.
Briefly does he raise his head to the stallion and paws at the earth beneath him. "To invoke the wrath of one mare is to invoke the wrath of her sisters and of all her ancestors in the sky to descend upon this sacred place. That we might deprive them of their starlit pastures even for a moment is most unforgivable." Pointing his nose to the mare, he levels his gaze upon her. All four hooves are planted again and he hopes, somehow, she might uncurl her lip to see he is trying to help ease the situation- not that it was ever in his place to do so. No. He blames the wind for whispering in his ear. It always has a way of taking him where he never makes plans to go.
497 WORDS ✦ Enchantress Angie Note: i Hope this is ok! i didnt want him to choose sides.
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Post by Angie on Jun 12, 2020 10:54:06 GMT -8
This mare was feisty and he liked the challenge she could possibly bring to his little game. Life as a lone stallion is a bit boring, perhaps claiming her as a slave wouldn’t be half bad. He never really had been just given anything so why would trying to start a family be an easy task either? Smirking he listened to her words and found himself shifting closer again before taking a single step back. ”Oh come on now darling I promise to take good care of you.” He cooed with a voice of honey. There was a dark hint of something laced within his tone as well. A chuckle then escaped his lips from deep within his chest as she bared her teeth at him. Her hair flying made him sort of excited that he had gotten under her skin. ”Oh such fire my little pet.” He almost mocked as he spoke. ”Huh what you don’t want to have a nice easy life? Come now all you have to do is forfeit your freedom to me.” He said smoothly. His words spoke in a matter of fact and as if it was a simple and the clear choice to make.
About to whisper something in her ear he pulled back only breathing on them possibly when another stallion appeared and spoke. Narrowing his eyes he eyed the brute while listening to his words. Honestly he didn’t have a clue what he was talking about. Snorting he partly turned to face the stallion. His body tense as he moved aiming to put himself between the newcomer and the mare protectively. ”Pretty words old timer.” He spoke clearly and boldly as he stood there with his head high and chest out. ”Though uninvited. This is between my mate and myself.” He slashed out with a tone that was meant to imply he should leave. Yes it was rather bold for Storm to declare the mare as his mate but he was hoping that the new stallion would believe this was just a lover’s spat.
”She is in a bit of a mood tonight, but doesn’t need you to play prince charming.” He growled if horses growled that is. His ears pinned upon his ears as he looked at him, daring him to say something else or make a move. Stormshield was itching for a fight to prove to the lady he can protect her. Though he was still rather stupid for he hadn’t realized she was blind.
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Post by Enchantress on Jun 12, 2020 14:02:52 GMT -8
[attr="class","letgo"] [attr="class","text"] The golden-pelted mare saw red. Or maybe it was just her own pumping blood that she saw. This strong, overwhelming feeling, this rage - she has not felt it from quite some time. But perhaps it was a good thing, as now she was very much alive. It was a stark contrast to the lifeless and depressed soul from a few minutes ago. She did not know she had this in her. "I'm nobody's pet," she hissed, "much less yours!" This stallion was going over the line. Still, she struggled to maintain her composure, but was failing miserably. He was standing too close, too close for comfort. And now his muzzle was near her, and her ear twitched sharply. She was about to burst into a torrent of insults and possibly a few kicks if not for another voice. The new voice was masculine. Another one? She could not seem to hear what the newcomer was saying, not when she was bubbling with something fierce and furious. Using this brief opening of hesitation, she spun around, her hindquarters to the offending stallion. She aimed to kick her hind legs at the other equine, somewhere between his neck and chest. But that was only if it landed. Her own momentum threw her off balance, and she staggered forward, only to crash her shoulder against a willow. Thankfully the willow trees are flexible, and it only bounced right back. Starstruck winced in pain at the impact, but now used it as a support. She spun around so now the tree was behind her, a safety backing to keep her grounded while she figured out how to escape the situation here. Two stallions, one mare. One stallion was keen on making her his slave, and she was having none of it. As for the other male...her nose sniffed the air. Another stranger, another character whom she did not know. The mare kept her hind legs dug in the soft bank, glazed eyes sweeping left and right as she tried to assess where the other two equines were. [attr="class","note"] TAG: Angie Loyalty | MUSE: 8/10 | WORDS: 344 NOTES: Didn't know she was so bitter, this poor girl ✵ [newclass=".letgo"]width: 500px; padding: 15px 0px;border: solid 1px #fff;box-shadow: 5px 10px 20px #888888; background-color:#fff;[/newclass] [newclass=".letgo .note"]padding:15px; color:#506e93; border-top:solid 1px #fff; font-style:bold; letter-spacing:0.5px; font-family: 'georgia', bold; font-size:11px;margin-top:-20px;[/newclass] [newclass=".letgo .text"]padding: 35px; color:#444; text-align:justify; margin-top:-10px; border-top: solid 1px #fff; font-family: 'georgia', sans-serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing: 0.25px; [/newclass]
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Post by Loyalty on Jun 12, 2020 15:43:22 GMT -8
even if i am but a pretender to wisdom that in itself is philosophy—
The gray stranger scrutinizes the pair before him with a solemn air. Eyes lidded and ears splayed, its clear this stallion does not wish to fight. To keep the peace in his quiet place is his only desire, but pretty words aren't his only weapon. The pale stallion's body tells him he is on edge. Protective as he should be. Behind him the mare kicks out and the sudden moved sends the dapple's head and mane rearing back even though he weren't in range in the slightest. "Your mare speaks loudly for herself and she is mightly discontent with you."
Despite his own feelings on the matter and the neutral position he longed to take, this stallion squaring him up makes his heart beat fast. The harsh pounding in his chest buzzes in his ears and his nostrils grow wide to take in more air with each breath. From what he can discern of the mare, there is something slightly off. The way she peers about and is unkeen to focus... the way she even crashes harshly into the bending stem of the willow. "I am no prince, traveller. Only a pauper passing through."
A front leg paws deftly at the moistened earth, dirt kicking up and flinging forward. The pounding grows harsher with each mind-jittering breath as his muscles swell with blood. What kind of stallion would he be if he didn't challenge another male... if only to see where it would lead. The calm demeanor ebbs away and he lifts his front legs off the ground. Aubade heaves himself into an anxious trot, pacing in a semicircle beside them before make the choice to walk in on the other stallion, nose to nose.
From his scent alone Aubade knows this male is brimming with vitality. The dapple may be older but the years have not worn on his bones. Not yet. "If the star falls in the east where will its shadow land?" he snorts hot air and nips at the side of his newfound rival's nose with the point to shove his head away, not to bite. Tense and standing firm, he feels his front hooves bites into the earth. "Will it land here upon you? Envelope you in its menacing light?" The stallion squeals hoarsely and rises up with a whipping tail. He attempts to inch closer to the beleaguered mare if it can be afforded. For Aubade the point of any of this is to show assertion, not to maim and mangle. That isn't the way for creatures like them.
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Post by Angie on Jun 16, 2020 20:26:30 GMT -8
Breathing in and out Stormshield felt his blood pumping through his veins. The rush of it all was getting him ready for a fight and by the devil himself he was going to fight. It didn’t matter to him if it was the mare or the stallion who spoke oddly. Hell he’d fight them both. Being a proud hard working stallion he had mostly been joking around with trying to make the mare a slave, but for some reason now he felt he had to grab hold and not let go. The fact that this older stallion had shown up and was getting in his business really nagged at him. Like who the hell does he think he is and how dare he! How dare they both! Snorting he narrowed his eyes and pinned his ears.
His neck arched and he pawed at the ground with his front right hoof. The ground was wet, of course it was he was basically in the pool of water, but at the same time wasn’t. Focused on the stallion he hadn’t been paying much mind when Starstruck had spoken again protesting about not being his. Had he been paying attention he might have seen her getting ready to make an attack, alas he had been focused on sizing the older brute up. Stepping forward he snorted loudly again, then growled when he felt hooves make connection with his shoulder. Stepping forward again he used this movement to stop himself from falling from the surprise attack. Honestly he hadn’t expected the mare to be anything more then all words. It was nice to see she had a backbone, but eyeing her lean against the tree made him hiss out his words. ”You naughty girl! How dare you strike me. I shall punish you once done with this brute.” Snorting he turned away from her. His shoulder throbbed and her hooves had left a small cut from where she had grazed his skin, but it was fine. He could handle the pain. He wouldn’t be much of a stallion if he couldn’t handle a little scratch.
Eyes gazed back at the older stallion once more as he listened to him speak. His ears still pinned on his skull and a growl rattled from his throat as the male got up in his face. When they were nose to nose Stormshield also spoke. ”Anyone ever tell you, you need to shut up? No be a good old fart and shut your mouth before I rip out your tongue.” His voice was dark and serious. When the other stallion snapped at him Storm didn’t even flinch. Just stood there trying to stare him down.
Then a move is made as the grey stallion reared up. Feeling the ground under his hooves move, he dug his back hooves into the earth and reared as well. His front hooves in the air as he reached his legs out kicking wildly he aimed his front hooves for the other stallion’s chest aiming to hopefully kick him away. In that moment it wasn’t even about keeping the mare to himself, but instead he simply wanted to fight. He wanted to push his weight around. Rather he would hit anything or not was a completely different story. WORDS: 551 TAGS: Enchantress LoyaltyNOTES: I am sorry if I read your post wrong at all let me know if I messed up on anything. Also he is trying to kick Aubade in the chest to push him away.
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Post by Enchantress on Jun 16, 2020 21:28:55 GMT -8
[attr="class","letgo"] [attr="class","text"] At this point, Starstruck felt like she has been pushed past any pretense for civility. Any shard of decorum for the offensive stallion had dissolved away with his offensive attitudes and words. "You're the brute!" She hissed. She could even hear the sound of her blood pumping. It has been a while since she was last so worked up - but now that the first strike has been made, she was ready to continue. On the side note, she was a little surprised her kick had landed. Obviously, it must have have hurt the opponent that much, since he continued talking on like it meant nothing, but heavens did it feel good when her hoof connected to his flesh! For once, it felt good hitting something, and she had no regrets. "Yes I dare, and there's more where that came from!" Anger was fueling her confidence, and also her mental power. Adrenaline was pumping through her veins, scarlet energy crackling through her very being. From what she could discern, it seemed like the newcomer was attempting to defend her. But, his words were still considered neutral, and had more of a parental tone to it. If it was in another time and place, she would have been touched and grateful. Which she is, but she was too riled up to dwell on that softer feeling. However, what she could not see was the dapple going nose to nose against the perlino. She could only hear that the two males were closing in on each other. Oh, if only she could see what was happening! There was a time when stallions would fight over her, over her beauty. As it happened, two males are fighting in front of her now, but for completely different reasons. It was curious how history repeated itself, under different pretenses and guises. Nonetheless, the scenes unfolding before her were familiar. But this time, instead of staying out of it or even running away, the palomino female was rearing to join in on the action. "I hope he," referring to the new stallion, "will shut you up for good! If he doesn't, then I will!" Bold words, but she meant it. However, she stayed her steps for a little bit, biding her time. She wanted to hear what would happen next, what the other stallion would do. Would he fight back? Would he let her into the fight? She was tired of being pushed around, even when it was herself that was doing most of the shoving. Regardless of what he did, she was going to fight. Like heck she would back down now. It has crossed the point of no return. [attr="class","note"] TAG: Angie Loyalty | MUSE: 9/10 | WORDS: 445 NOTES: Aubade just might be able to be the peacemaker...maybe xD ✵ [newclass=".letgo"]width: 500px; padding: 15px 0px;border: solid 1px #fff;box-shadow: 5px 10px 20px #888888; background-color:#fff;[/newclass] [newclass=".letgo .note"]padding:15px; color:#506e93; border-top:solid 1px #fff; font-style:bold; letter-spacing:0.5px; font-family: 'georgia', bold; font-size:11px;margin-top:-20px;[/newclass] [newclass=".letgo .text"]padding: 35px; color:#444; text-align:justify; margin-top:-10px; border-top: solid 1px #fff; font-family: 'georgia', sans-serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing: 0.25px; [/newclass]
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