Post by empyre on May 25, 2016 17:10:12 GMT -6
"Calm down, darling, don't strain yourself." Jana murmured into the dark mare's ear as they entered the training grounds together, Regina flicking her ear slightly to show she'd heard her master. Bright green eyes scanned the area around her, nostrils flaring to take in the delicious scent of blood and sweat, and despite her mounting excitement the pit fighter forced herself to take a deep breath and restrain herself from jumping right into action. "And remember," Regina turned her head completely to look over at her master as she spoke again, "don't overwork yourself, there's no sense in getting yourself hurt again, practice restraint please." Regina nodded in response, shifting restlessly on her hooves, and giving Jana a pleading smile. Her master snorted a soft, fond, laugh before unclipping the lead from the fighter's bridle "Go on then, have fun, I'm going to run some errands, and I'll be back for you by sundown."
"Of course Jana, have fun on your errands." Regina teased lightly as a means of farewell before turning back to assess her options for training. It's been quite a while since she last could get her hooves on even a practice dummy, let alone another equine and she'd be lying if she said she wasn't itching to beat the shit out of something. The roan mare couldn't help a confident smirk from finding its way to her face as she trotted forward across the yard, taking note of the couple of other fighters and their masters who recognized her watching her as she went. She knew they were probably thinking that she looked rather out of shape, which she was, but she also knew that her appearance here was actively crushing any of her rivals' hopes that she'd be permanently retired --and that was enough to make Regina want to giggle like a little shcool-filly, though she obviously had far too much dignity to stoop to that.
It was then that an unusual sight caught her attention, black ears perking and emerald eyes sparkling at the strange equine a short distance from her. Never had Regina seen an quine who was so- so, adorable, was the first word to come to mind. The other stood several hands shorter than her, with a good portion of her height being attributed to her ears, not to mention that lovely striped coat. Regina couldn't hold back a sly grin as she trotted smoothly towards the other slave, recognizing her to be one of the live 'practice dummies' kept around for training the pit fighters. She approached the slave from behind, leaning down to whisper, "May I take this dance?" before moving forward to begin circling the other almost playfully --just wanting to see how she might react.
"Of course Jana, have fun on your errands." Regina teased lightly as a means of farewell before turning back to assess her options for training. It's been quite a while since she last could get her hooves on even a practice dummy, let alone another equine and she'd be lying if she said she wasn't itching to beat the shit out of something. The roan mare couldn't help a confident smirk from finding its way to her face as she trotted forward across the yard, taking note of the couple of other fighters and their masters who recognized her watching her as she went. She knew they were probably thinking that she looked rather out of shape, which she was, but she also knew that her appearance here was actively crushing any of her rivals' hopes that she'd be permanently retired --and that was enough to make Regina want to giggle like a little shcool-filly, though she obviously had far too much dignity to stoop to that.
It was then that an unusual sight caught her attention, black ears perking and emerald eyes sparkling at the strange equine a short distance from her. Never had Regina seen an quine who was so- so, adorable, was the first word to come to mind. The other stood several hands shorter than her, with a good portion of her height being attributed to her ears, not to mention that lovely striped coat. Regina couldn't hold back a sly grin as she trotted smoothly towards the other slave, recognizing her to be one of the live 'practice dummies' kept around for training the pit fighters. She approached the slave from behind, leaning down to whisper, "May I take this dance?" before moving forward to begin circling the other almost playfully --just wanting to see how she might react.
