Post by cowgirl4lyfe on Apr 8, 2011 13:50:08 GMT -6
OOC - No it's okay you weren't powerplaying, sorry I don't come on anymore. I'll try to be more active. Also, I'm pretty good at fights, but you want them to fight anyway? Idk how we know who wins.
The Turtle boiled in his thickly skin when his rival brushed his lard body against poor little Winter's glistening frame. His chest boomed with a heart ready to kill for this mare. He wouldn't just stand here and watch her get forced into...into breeding with a worthless brute like that. The dreads over his eyes were parted by the wind, he could see clearly now, his opponent was -coming at him from all angles with kicks and rears. He tried hard to contain himself, and not to laugh during the small attacks - that seemed like Xavier was playing tag - because they would hurt more, if they landed successfully on his coat. One did, a feathery hoof strode deep into The Turtle's gut. Xavier pranced about joylessly. The Turtle gave a squeal, for the kick had knocked some air out of his flanks and though it did hurt bad he only grew more ready to fight.
"Let's make this official, then, if you want to test me brute. Last stallion standing wins. If it's me, you let us pass through here without bother anytime. If it's you, I will personally hand over Winter for your keeping of one hour." He looked back at the mare, winking slightly to cool her nerves. "Trust me carnal, after this you won't think twice about raping another mare, ever again..." The rusty black stallion whispered to himself. He was a skilled fighter, but not a proud one. He disliked causing pain to others and he hated when others yelled and fought. It wasn't his way of living. It was a waste of time. But he had no time now. It was fight and win or let Winter suffer for his failure.
He began to pace a circle with a large diameter around his opponent. His eyes were still and doll-like. He kept his head low and peeled back his lips to reveal gleaming incisors. Remembering the kick he received in the gut, The Turtle grew angry enough to stomp the ground with his hoof. He lashed out, not hitting the stag, but showing off his shoulder muscles and the sharp angle of his hoof. "What do you say now, colt?" he spat and walked behind Xavier, closing the circle, and quickly aimed to ram his body full force into Xavier's hocks with this mouth open - wanting to tear way at his colored hocks - a wink link for such a large horse.
The Turtle boiled in his thickly skin when his rival brushed his lard body against poor little Winter's glistening frame. His chest boomed with a heart ready to kill for this mare. He wouldn't just stand here and watch her get forced into...into breeding with a worthless brute like that. The dreads over his eyes were parted by the wind, he could see clearly now, his opponent was -coming at him from all angles with kicks and rears. He tried hard to contain himself, and not to laugh during the small attacks - that seemed like Xavier was playing tag - because they would hurt more, if they landed successfully on his coat. One did, a feathery hoof strode deep into The Turtle's gut. Xavier pranced about joylessly. The Turtle gave a squeal, for the kick had knocked some air out of his flanks and though it did hurt bad he only grew more ready to fight.
"Let's make this official, then, if you want to test me brute. Last stallion standing wins. If it's me, you let us pass through here without bother anytime. If it's you, I will personally hand over Winter for your keeping of one hour." He looked back at the mare, winking slightly to cool her nerves. "Trust me carnal, after this you won't think twice about raping another mare, ever again..." The rusty black stallion whispered to himself. He was a skilled fighter, but not a proud one. He disliked causing pain to others and he hated when others yelled and fought. It wasn't his way of living. It was a waste of time. But he had no time now. It was fight and win or let Winter suffer for his failure.
He began to pace a circle with a large diameter around his opponent. His eyes were still and doll-like. He kept his head low and peeled back his lips to reveal gleaming incisors. Remembering the kick he received in the gut, The Turtle grew angry enough to stomp the ground with his hoof. He lashed out, not hitting the stag, but showing off his shoulder muscles and the sharp angle of his hoof. "What do you say now, colt?" he spat and walked behind Xavier, closing the circle, and quickly aimed to ram his body full force into Xavier's hocks with this mouth open - wanting to tear way at his colored hocks - a wink link for such a large horse.
