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Post by yaruka on Jun 20, 2009 19:05:48 GMT
Omaroo was also disturbed by Ally's disappearance. She switched her tail in an annoyed fashion, the least the other filly could have done would have been to invite her along, it really wasn't a good idea to be by yourself near strange horses, particularly stallions. But, like Cobar, she decided to ignore Ally's game for now, she would listen for her friend as they went over to the other filly, as surely Cobar intended to do.
Indeed, the buckskin stallion looked to her, tossing his head in a gesture of permission, that Omaroo had waited for out of respect for the buckskin. The black filly danced forward at Cobar's signal, her gait high and prancing as she approached the other horses. She waited for Cobar to introduce himself before extending her quivering nose to the other black filly in greeting. All the while she kept her ears trained on the brush beside her, certain that that was where Ally had hidden.
When the queer stallion standing a little ways away spoke up it startled Omaroo, so intent had she been focusing on the noises of the brush. She looked at the other black in interest. He, like that other black she had once met, was oddly configured. His head had some what of a dent in it, not unattractive but definately not normal either. And his legs were much too fine and shapely for a stallion's. Omaroo glanced at him curiously before taking advantage of the stallions' fascination with Pengara to slip off into the bush in search of Ally.
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Post by Tex on Jun 20, 2009 23:30:20 GMT
The dark grulla mare watched with excitement, her tail swishing crazily, and her ears quivering as they tilted forward. The horses were meeting, and everyone seemed curious as to where she had gone. Ally at that point had to curve her head into her chest to keep from laughing, her mane falling over her eyes. Even Cobar looked vaguely irritated, but seemed to decide to ignore her for a while, turning back to the black stallion that looked like he'd just escaped from a human pen somewhere. She looked at him, curious, and curled her top lip in a funny way. He was interesting, but he wasn't like her own stallion. Omaroo was looking around for her as well, seeming a bit lost, and Ally waited for a moment when everyone else was distracted by the sound of a lyrebird. Once they were listening to the sounds, Ally stepped from her hide-out, and whickered very quietly to Omaroo, stepping back to vanish again before anyone thought to look.
OOC- gah no muse
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Post by { Opal } on Jun 21, 2009 3:45:43 GMT
OOC: No problem, Tex. =)
"I am alone indeed, Cobar. And yes, I am aware that there are men about. But if men approached, I dare say I would not be in much of a quandry, as I can run, and I can use my bush skills. Besides, a black filly is not much of a prize to man." They were smart words, direct and logical, with none of the silly banter Cobar often found annoying. He was about to make his reply when the black stallion spoke up. His first words were of no interest, being the usual string of compliments, but the last sentence caused Cobar's ears to prick. "And I'd be ready to defend for you if you wished me to..." The buckskin's gaze flashed with cool recognition of the soft-spoken dare, and he raised his head proudly. "As am I." Simple but said with complete sincerity, and also specifically put into present tense. Cobar liked the looks of this filly; she was young, much too young to have foals yet, but there was something about her attitude he found appealing.
The sudden call of a lyrebird caught Cobar's attention though, and he tossed his head at the flutter of wings overhead. His alert ears caught the softest nicker from somewhere in the bush, but for all he knew it could be Omaroo, so he turned back to the matter at hand. That black stallion was a rival, and Cobar knew it. Thus so he blew a snort through his nostrils, and his ears flattened, a gesture of threat to Toxic Chaos. Meanwhile he cast a glance at Pengana, hoping she would approve of his bold actions. After all, it would not be satisfactory for all his efforts to be in vain. Plus it would mean the loss of his two fillies... Risk was a part of life, though, Cobar mused, as he again strained his ears for any sign of Ally.
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Post by stormsnow on Jun 21, 2009 22:11:20 GMT
Pengana looked from one to the other. She wanted this to be over with. "If I chose one of you, I would chose Cobar." she whinnied, wondering what the reaction to her comment would be. She took a few steps back; the two stallions might end up fighting.
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Post by KAREE on Jun 25, 2009 6:02:33 GMT
Toxic rolled his eyes at Pengana's response. It almost made him laugh, but instead he snorted. He glanced over to see if he could find those other two fillies that the buckskin owned, but they were both gone. "Very well Pengana." He sneered, feeling rather annoyed. "But those other two fillies.." He murmured, looking Cobar in the eyes. He wanted those fillies. He pawed the ground and arched his neck. "I will challenge you for." His ears were back, and his top lip lifted up to show off the nice set of teeth he owned.
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Post by Tiggs on Jun 25, 2009 23:20:12 GMT
OOC: A fight you say? Righto! Cobar has 1-10, Toxic has 11-15. The roll was 1. Cobar wins!
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Post by { Opal } on Jun 26, 2009 21:41:21 GMT
OOC: Thank you, Tiggs. And Yaruka, Tex, you can wait until the fight is over to post, if you like.
"If I chose one of you, I would choose Cobar." Cobar's gaze flicked to Pengana, and his eyes danced. If they had been alone, he would have given her a loving nip, then started a game of chase. But Cobar was not alone, and he knew that the black stallion would be angered by his rejection. So he turned a critical eye in the black's direction, his rough snort filling his ears. "Very well Pengana." Cobar answered with a snort of his own, tempered with anger. No one had the right to speak to any mare in such disrespectful tones. "But those other two fillies..." Cobar's gaze hardened. He knew where this was going. "I will challenge you for." The black stallion bared his incisors, but Cobar was not intimidated. He raised his head to meet the black's eye, his own gaze laden with steely ire.
"You will never take them from me," Cobar responded with a flinty tone. And Cobar meant every word; Omaroo and Ally were like his soulmates, and he would fight all the more harder with them at stake. Ears flicked back, lips parted, muscles grew tense; Cobar was ready for a fight. Already his mind was formulating strategies, devising tactics. "You know, I-" Suddenly Cobar reeled toward the black, his head snaking forward, teeth begging for blood. He was aiming for the area where head met neck, just under the chin, where he knew a major artery lurked. If he hit something that shed a lot of blood, it probably wouldn’t kill the black, but weaken him severely enough. Cobar just couldn't afford to lose.
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Post by KAREE on Jun 27, 2009 1:53:59 GMT
OOC|| xD Damn it. lol
Toxic was momentarily distracted by the buckskins words, but reacted quickerly when he began to run at him. Toxic didn't have enough time to move and dodge the attack, so he reared up instead, closing his angular head to his neck. Toxic snapped his teeth, and flared his legs out to try and remove the stallion from his target; which seemed to be his neck.
It seemed like forever before the stallion was apon him, but really it was only a few seconds of calculating what to do that had made it seem long. Toxic turned his head away, to protect his eyes more than anything, but it didn't protect his long slender neck from achieving what would be a beautiful scar later on. Blood tore down his neck, he could smell it and feel the wet, cold sensation it created. Toxic then pushed forward and landed on his front legs, before swinging his hind around to try and aim a kick at the other. That was when the pain began to tear down his neck; he felt like screaming, but instead let out a grunt and winced slightly as he arched his neck and drew his hind quarters around.
OOC|| ok in other words, Toxic has reared up and arched his neck. Cobar has gotten him right down the middle of his neck. Toxic has then finished rearing and has pivoted around to try and aim a kick at Cobar.
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Post by { Opal } on Jun 27, 2009 3:13:13 GMT
Satisfaction struck as his teeth hit flesh, and sliced through the skin. Cobar realized that he had missed his mark- he knew by having vaguely seen his opponent rise up- but from the blood that spurted on his nose, he still made a worthy strike. Snorting to clear his nostrils, Cobar lurched away from his rival, knowing a counter-attack would be coming his way. Swirling black caught his eye, indicating that the stallion was moving- and fast. At the same moment he spotted his adversary's hindquarters, he received a ringing blow to the side of his neck. Cobar's head was knocked to one side for a moment, and he felt a painful throbbing from the wound; the area was cut and bruised rather badly, but only the faintest trickle of blood belied the lesion.
Not daring to stay in one place for long, Cobar leaped forward again, now aiming for the black's unprotected hindquarters. His teeth strove to dig into the thick skin and his forelegs flailed, looking to do some damage to his opponents legs and haunches. But after only a moment Cobar reeled deftly away, pausing only to hurl his own hind hooves at his opponent, an action that required a small and strained buck. By now Cobar had a light layer of sweat on him, just dampening the hide, which was caused both by the exertion and the adrenaline.
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Post by KAREE on Jun 27, 2009 5:57:40 GMT
His hoof meet with the stallions neck. Toxic Chaos had not fought much in the past, so even if he did loose those two fillies, Toxic knew he would have gained oh so much more. Just then the dancing golden stallion moved in, and attacked the black's hindquarters, savaging his rump with his teeth. Toxic pulled away, feeling a new sensation of pain wash over him. Shaking his head, he looked up to find that the stallion had turned away; this time kicking up his own hind legs.
Toxic danced backwards, now on his toes. The stallions kick missed, but he had definately done some damage to Toxic's hind quarter. A new layer of sweat accompanied the pain and so new blood was stirring. Perhaps it had been a bad idea after all to go for those two fillies. Even so, Toxic's pride would not allow him to back down. Breathing heavily, and limping slightly on his left hindleg, Toxic charged forward to ram into the golden stallions side.
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