Posted by MAB; in silver on November 12, 2008, 8:45 pm, in reply to "until somebody gets burned - ii"
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Happy with the damage she'd dealt, especially the injury to the buckskin's handsome face, and especially his hock as the longer a kick has to travel, the more weight and force there is behind it, especially when flying in the arch a kick straight out behind must achieve. However, the snow melt from Anatole's precious trick sent her fire recoiling violently under her skin, sent her whole body to cowering away from the melted water that hissed and popped beneath her scabrous hooves. The snow, the frozen snow had been enough to queel her desire for speed and with animosity she'd regarded it with her cruel red gaze while it glared back up at her complete with the sun. The sun... The only thing that droveher on and kept her fire burning, even though at half mast. Regardless, Anatole moved. Mab moved. The world continued to move and with regards, she'd gone away from him licking her lips clean of his blood, the chunk of flesh she'd removed had dropped unceremoniously to the snowpack. The horse, inhibited only by the snow, continued her march through knee deep misery, while Anatole threw his weight onto his injured hock to execute a tedious rollback, and she watched him with her ears flicked back to listen tothe crunch and sizzle of his hooves against the snow, and the sigh of his cumbersome body pressing through the thick packed hell the fire horses had been thrown into.
Regardless, a horse is far less likely to allow another to come up from behind them, especially a mare when faced with a stallion and potentially unwanted advances. As Anatole comes forward through the snow to half-rear, lean his long neck out to bite, and then swipe at her hock in perfect harmony. But Mab is never cooperative, and always relies on instinct. When she can feel the heat of him, hear the flurry of his activity, Mab executes a counter, throwing her weight into her forehand as she gathered up her hind limbs and sent them screaming towards the stallion's precariously positioned body, and through it his teeth did smack heavily into her haunches as they rose to meet his downward motion. A sting, a blossom of pain as the skin to be found across her flanks and buttocks is taught against the powerful muscles to be found there, there'd by no more then pinching, scraping, perhaps some bloodletting if he caught a particularly tender area. But Mab, as she seeks to decimate his limbs, to reach perhaps his chest in such close quarters is rewarded too by the sickening crack of hooves against hooves as one hind hoof connects with his extended and downward swiping fore that diverts his blow, and hers, to the side to have his nail scrape along her hoof, coronet band, and ankle in a savage cutting blow that is almost instantly caurterized by the intense heat of his hooves. But she dare not scream. She's forced down, that one hoof deflected, but the other still lethal until both of her hind legs kiss the ground in painful calamity as pain races up her injured hind leg and she immediately lifts it, shakes it as if to attempt to rid the pain from her body as she hisses in angry discord against him. But he too has landed and is in motion, hopefully more injured for it with his acrobatics combined with her counter. And she is forced to toe off delicately to keep up with him as best she can.
But he is moving again through the snow. And she, miserable in the water their heat has created against the slippery loam, is careful to keep and regain her upset balance now on three good limbs and her fire blazing as best it can in such conditions. She is slow moving away from him to hopefully be haunch to haunch, but not slow to react as he gathers up his own hind limbs to send his vicious hooves hurtling out behind him towards her body. They are in close quarters, but that will do little to help her as she, moves still in her path away from him as his hooves connect viciously with her right haunch just above the gaskin. The muscle ripples defiantly upon impact and she is sent jumping forward away from the pain on her good limbs, her injured hoof scrambles on it's toe to keep up with her, to offer some support as it swells, but the cold is quick to help subdue the majority of that inhibiting reaction to injury. Regardless, a welt rises from his hooves, her muscle has been deeply bruised and injured beneath the force of his blow - and she is effectly lame behind. More so in the injured ankle and hoof then in the aching haunch
Mab is quick to shake her head angrily against the sensation of injury. But she is also quick to nod to Anatole in response as he comes past her with his tail held high - and Mab is forced to smile against the animosity towards her pain and the snowmelt they'd left in their wake. In time, she would see it fit to return the brazen young buck to his desert, but in regards to the here and now, the stygian grulla is sent back to lick her wounds and leave her in waiting for the call of the elementals to bring one of them to greater glory.
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