Post by Sasha Arctic on Jun 24, 2017 19:35:26 GMT -6
Tiga
|| Filly || smol Pegasus ||
Sand leaped through the air, thrown by the wild movements of a filly training in combat, sparing against a dry and long dead sweet acacia tree. The sound of small hooves connecting with bark could be heard between the valiant battle cries of the stripped filly, her large wings held tightly to her thin frame before unfurling to a near impossible length for her young age and beat against the air in front of her, blasting the tree with sand and wing. Over sized wings a gift from the grandfather she never knew and where he had used his for style and to emphasize his good looks Tiga used hers for combat. Training each day the filly was slowly inching closed to her goal: she would be a fury, and one of the best if her wish came true and hours of training paid off. Whipping around the filly attempted to land another blow upon the bark but in the haste of her spin the sand beneath her hooves shifted forcing her balance off center, her legs slid out from under her in an almost comical fashion and she found herself splayed ungracefully on her side, face first in sand. Jerking up with a sand filled sputter and gasp of air Tiga felt blood rush to her pale cheeks turning them red with embarrassment and anger pumping hotly through her veins. Her wings flapped with fury as she lifted her body from the sand and glared at the foe before her, the tree stood silently mocking the filly for her tumble and she threw herself into another attack, this time with her teeth and hooves. She took a few chips of bark between her teeth and ripped her head backwards, as if she was tearing flesh from bone and beat her hooves against the bark, her lips gaining small cuts from the wood and she felt a bit of blood over her tongue as she licked her parched lips. "That will teach you!" She growled triumphantly as she spun from the tree, giving it one last rough buck. Her stripped legs would feel this in the morning for sure...as if she wasn't already slightly shaking from the workout and anger in her body.
Post 1 | Word Count: 374
Small disclaimer: I work a full time job mon-sat so don't be afraid to bug me if responses are a bit slow! I can also be terribly forgetful sometimes after a long and rough day at work!
Sand leaped through the air, thrown by the wild movements of a filly training in combat, sparing against a dry and long dead sweet acacia tree. The sound of small hooves connecting with bark could be heard between the valiant battle cries of the stripped filly, her large wings held tightly to her thin frame before unfurling to a near impossible length for her young age and beat against the air in front of her, blasting the tree with sand and wing. Over sized wings a gift from the grandfather she never knew and where he had used his for style and to emphasize his good looks Tiga used hers for combat. Training each day the filly was slowly inching closed to her goal: she would be a fury, and one of the best if her wish came true and hours of training paid off. Whipping around the filly attempted to land another blow upon the bark but in the haste of her spin the sand beneath her hooves shifted forcing her balance off center, her legs slid out from under her in an almost comical fashion and she found herself splayed ungracefully on her side, face first in sand. Jerking up with a sand filled sputter and gasp of air Tiga felt blood rush to her pale cheeks turning them red with embarrassment and anger pumping hotly through her veins. Her wings flapped with fury as she lifted her body from the sand and glared at the foe before her, the tree stood silently mocking the filly for her tumble and she threw herself into another attack, this time with her teeth and hooves. She took a few chips of bark between her teeth and ripped her head backwards, as if she was tearing flesh from bone and beat her hooves against the bark, her lips gaining small cuts from the wood and she felt a bit of blood over her tongue as she licked her parched lips. "That will teach you!" She growled triumphantly as she spun from the tree, giving it one last rough buck. Her stripped legs would feel this in the morning for sure...as if she wasn't already slightly shaking from the workout and anger in her body.
Post 1 | Word Count: 374
Small disclaimer: I work a full time job mon-sat so don't be afraid to bug me if responses are a bit slow! I can also be terribly forgetful sometimes after a long and rough day at work!