Fajer's soul burned as blood oozed from the small cut. His eyes widened in hate as he remembered his father doing nearly the exact same thing to him. He reared high, kicking out as the sky, not coming down until Ace was clear from his hooves. He came down with a loud, ear-splitting scream. He paced a little, warming every muscle in his body, keeping his leg muscles from rest. He kept focus only on Ace, his victim of torture. He trotted on the outer ring of the circle's the other horses have formed. He bared his teeth, and pinned his ears back. He stopped in front of Ace.
You just sentenced yourself to death! He nickered quietly.
He galloped at full speed to the stallion, half-rearing once he met him. He rested his forelegs on Ace's shoulder's and grabbed his ear between his pearls. He slid his forelegs off and pulled down, ripping the tender skin of Ace's auds. He backed up and spat out the dark red flesh, and smiled as blood oozed down the side of his opponen't cheek.
Now what! He bellowed proudly.
He would not embarass himself in front of his mare, and his soon to be mares. He was going to fight to the end, even if it means seriously injuring himself. He prepared for Ace's attack, fore legs spread and neck outstretched, his bared teeth shined through his curling black kissers, as he faced his opponent.
Ace bucked, kicking Fajer's chest and biting one of the stallion's ears. Even though Ace was now in pain, he wasn't going to give up. He held onto Fajer's ear with his sharp teeth, his front hoofs on Fajer's back to support him.
Fajer whinnied as Ace's teeth sunk into his delicate auds. He used all his force carrying Ace a little forward. He bucked to free himself and trotted to the other side. He shook his silk black threads and lashed his whipchords against his hot flanks. Every muscle in his frame twitched with hatread and excitement. He breathed heavily, taking loud, obnoxious breaths in his lungs. He bared his teeth, pawing his ground on the earth, digging a small hole beneath his hoof. He turned a semi circle aiming his hind legs to kick. He backed up and threw his hind weapons out with a mighty force. They crashed on Ace's chest, leaving two small cuts embedded in his bay coat, blood leaked slowly and Fajer neighed victoriously. He reared high, lashing his front hooves out, not trying to harm Ace, just intimidate him, he bucked out and trotted to his side of the circle.
Still think you made the right decision? He neighed in laughter.
The new cuts on his chest stung but he ignored them. He kicked dirt at Fajer, then Ace trotted behind a tree. He searched for a good, strong branch that was light enough for him to hold. Finding one after awhile, he picked it up with his mouth, and charged at Fajer with it, causing a sharp twig sticking out of the branch to poke the dark stallion. Then Ace thrust the branch at the stallion's legs, causing Fajer to fall down. Laughing back at Fajer, Ace raced around a tree in a circle quickly, but not to quick so he would tire out.
Fajer whinnied harshly as Ace as he brought himself to a tall stand. Cuts on his knees hurt him, but he would not give up. He shook his mane with a snort and paced in the circle, his orbs peircing a stare at Ace. He moved stealthily, quick but silent, the area was mute, nothing but the breathing of the raging stallions. He stopped.
Well planned attack I must congratulate, but you haven't seen the worse of it. He spoke solemnly, no emotion but threat recognizeable in this brujo's voice.
He kept his crania high in the air, his kissers curled in anger. He cantered to the stallion, putting both front legs on his side. He nudged Ace to a tree before turning around and slamming his hooves against the rib cage of the auburn stallion. Ace's body slammed against the tree and Fajer blew at him. He looked at the stallion who was lying next to the tree and stood over him. Not a harsh breath coming from Fajer as he stared at Ace in silence.
Now, you can get up and run, be wise; or get to your feet and be a real stallion. He said backing up, eyes locked on the demon.
He flicked his tail and caught a glimpse of the grey stallion known as Sakr in the bushes. He didn't care, he just left it alone, one battle a day keeps the weaklings away. He though in his mind. He turned back to Ace and reared high once more, letting out a warning scream. He brought his hooves back down and his nares fluttered with a snort. He waited for Ace's next move, prepared for the worse.
Ace neighed in pain. When Fajer let go of him, Ace let himself fall...his eyes were shut, and his ribs felt like they were broken. As he lay there on the dirt, Ace got an idea. He brought his forehead up and it met Fajer's chin, hitting it with all his might. Then he fell to the ground again, this time holding his breath, playing dead.
Fajer grunted as his teeth nipped the inside of his upper lip. He tasted the bitter taste of blood and bared his blood stained teeth.
Your not foolin me boy, your handing me your life. Oh wait, you must be dead, and now, I must do the famous check! He whinnied happily.
He walked to Ace and reared high over his bruised and bloody body. Hooves sliced the sky as he kicked them out. With all his might, he rushed his physique down, crashing his flints against the nearly broken ribs of Ace. He lowered his head to Ace's ear.
Now, do you regret your decicions? He nickered quietly.
He lifted his crania up and backed away, bellowing loudly. Hatred of his father was all taken out on this stallion, who would most likely end up going home alone, like he was meant to be. Fajer didn't claim mares yet, he wanted Ace to stand and admit his defeat, or attacj Fajer once more and kill himself. Fajer's muscles ached and his lip burned, but evil captured all the pain and turned it into weapons. He watched Ace with a smile spread across the cut maw and he knew this stallion would lose.
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Post by Lessa the Radiant on Jul 4, 2006 17:48:39 GMT -5
There was alot of ruckus in those bushes... She wondered if it would really be worth it to do see what it was...
There were screams and snorts, the dull thud of a hoof rebounding off flesh. "More stallions" she huffed, almost like a sigh. Perhaps rushing over there like a ditz ready to flag her tail infront of the winner wasn't the best idea....
She had never tried it before though, aw, what the hell, why not? She paused, remembering that unpleasant pair that thought had lead her to the first time... Grumbling with herself, she turned, heading towards the action.
Ace got back up. His whole body seemed to be paralyzed. He tried walking but stood on shaky legs. He didn't know what to do this time. He'd run out of plans, ideas. Then one more struck. "Can you run fast?" he asked Fajer.
Very very fast, see Arabian blood, if I'm not faster then you, I can certainly run farther, and I am not as injured as you, so your running may be a little demoted at the moment He spoke gently, no excitement or any emotion for that matter put into that voice.
You can get a head start, and I will follow, but I can just attack you now, that is if I want to kill you, which I dreamed of doing when I first met you, but I'll give you a chance.Run away, and never bother me again. He spoke softly on his last words.
He flicked his tail and pawed the ground, keeping his eyes locked on the weary stallion.
A stallion who tires as easily as you shan't be good enough to own a herd, let alone a life. He said circling Ace.
He spoke in a threatening tone, his eyes staring hard on Ace's. He kept his distance but the backed into the horse, kicking out his legs lightly, pushing Ace down again, hurting his legs.
I don't think you can run, but try to, you will not succeed. He snorted, backing away closer to the two mares this battle was for.
He looked at Lessa, who had met up with him before and bowed his head lightly, trying to tell her that he was the one who had harmed him, and that's what he would do for any mare in his herd. He looked down at Ace, who seemed to be struggling, he smiled, and licked the blood from his pearls.
Give up? Ace wouldn't dare give up...at least not until he'd tried racing Fajer. He loved running, and he traveled a lot so his legs were speedy and didn't tire fast. "Okay, you're on, Fajer," Ace replied.