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 Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2017 6:36 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 23, 2018 5:16 pm
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Realization faltered once the darker female bolted effortlessly in the escape.
Now mixed feeling swirled effortlessly she shook her head in confusion. Simplicity, beauty, and prehistoric appeal filled the Palomino's head with intrigue. Still being rather impulsive she doted on the chance to give chase much like her brother who was hardheaded much like she was. This one though with her elaborate coloring was a prize for pursuing which wings already positioned set the paler female off on the hunt. Imaginative vibes sent her into a frenzy leaving idle thoughts at the door. Skin crawling with ardor for this timid prey left her senses ablaze with curiousness of the feathered creature she pursued. Heading after on a swift run her long wings outstretched leaving her body within the air gliding along a swift winter breeze. Flapping in desperate moments she escalated the chase moving in closer ready to capture the shying mare in her claws. Mere notions of biting the darker female surfaced but, she knew better. Fish was more a delicacy then actual flesh to her experienced palate. Its still bothered her deeply why her sister Eira was kept from enjoying such unique prey that seemed to stay positioned on one's tongue for hours. The grass was overrated but it did satisfy your hunger if no fish was present which Cella noted the other had been partaking till she was scared out of her mind from the drastic event unfolding.
The other moved unevenly in evasion which Cella could pinpoint before it was orchestrated. Sliding between the trees became more of remembered training chasing her siblings. Furloughed leather wings pulling her bulk toward the other in a massive struggle to win the prize and claim victory. Slamming head first into the other mare she threw them both into an off-kilter fall as wings flared in desperation to regain balance. Both spiraling out of control she just barely missed a giant oak that could have cracked more then her split would on her wing. The other mare though kept going till a loud crash, followed by a crack echoed in the distance. Cella struggled to stand her mind jolted from the stupidity her instinct whispered was correct. Now, she realized guilt was more believable than the average coltish behavior she exhibited. Nibbling on her lip she scolded herself as her mother did when she was a mere filly, "What are you doing? That's no way to meet someone that knows nothing of your intentions or presence". Simply put Cella had made a vigorous game of chase into something wayward if not dangerous. Ears perked she listened for a sound the other was responsive feeling deeply regretful the game flared upward to quickly. If her companion was present surely she would have been scolded by now proceeding to apologize to her defense.
Grunting Cella sighed deeply letting it ring through her chest when she walked toward the crash the other mare endured hoping deeply there was no significant damage. Moving with determination to stepped to the edge of the hill looking down into shadows. A soft groan could be heard which made her wince in deep regret. Mustering up some scrambled apology she began walking down the hill hoping a heated chase did not turn into something of a trauma or worse. Reaching the bottom her keen blue orbs lied upon a tangled mess of a mare embedded with briars and vines trapped against her wishes. Too tired to fight the assailant keeping her prisoner she lied there in a groaning despair terrified for her life.
Cella grunted stepping toward the other, "I'm really sorry that got out of hand. Its a game I played with my siblings and well, "she sighed looking at the other mare, "It's my fault you are in this mess".
Cella Luna WC: 635 |
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2018 6:27 pm
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Escalation was mingled with rigid fear in predator and prey as both mares escaped and pursued. Conflict of interests certainly wasn't an issue as Kararaui moved post-haste back to her nesting area the extended way. The other gave serious chase leaving her mind to cling desperately to the fact she could be attacked or killed for being in someone's territory. Certainly, it seemed bleak as she moved headway deep into the woods being careful to avoid strange branches, briars, or those pesky thorns. No matter what action she mustered that pale female kept on her heels strong and effective. Hopeless was one word coming to mind if not futile. Grunting she powered through the woods pinpointing each tree in her vicinity, weaving around them vicariously as her courage could carry her.
Still, the other mare pursued thundering behind her in some sort of frantic frenzy to capture Kararuai's very being.
Suddenly, sheer force connected behind the darker leather winged mare abruptly sending both shock and surprise post-haste. It was a torrent of pressure worse than when the volcano exploded from her homeland that threw concentration to the wind. Now, she scrambled for clarity and footing with wings flailing desperately for balance. In a perfect gargle of a scream, her body slid off a cliff of some manor and slammed straight into a thorny briar patch. Pain vibrated her body from the prickly creations poking her sides, neck, and rear. Shaking she tried to free herself only to tangle up more in a sizeable sting making the tall dino mare wince.
Now, she panicked tearing through her wing a bit causing merely a scratch but it felt like hell's fire in her situation.
Then, Kararuai looked up toward the hillside and saw the other mare simply standing there, her sides heaving in bouts of breath. Singling out her prey the purple feathered mare predicted. Perhaps, they would be kind and end it quickly because these thorns were quite the undoing mentally. Struggling once more she groaned accepting her fate. Then to her surprise, the paler female did something mindblowing she'd not soon forget; an apology. Momentarily, Kararuai pondered that a dream had manifested leaving her to feel serenity before the other split her wide open. Instead, the other in their defense looked rather forlorn, sincere such an event had unfolded. Her voice was a bit saddened, extremely forlorn in sympathy of the feathered mare's predicament. Now the question remained deep in the dark mare's mind how she was going to get free of her entanglement. The more she moved the tighter they remained, and tightened making things really uncomfortable.
"Please" she gargled miserably, "Can you help me get out of this mess? My wings are scratched up and its digging in deeper". Praying insistently on her instincts she hoped this wasn't a farce that the maned female wasn't planning to strike her down. Then she saw a peculiar reptile walking on all fours behind the paler maned female. Closing her eyes she awaited her fate, a subtle tear escaping unwillingly for her death to arrive in a matter of minutes.
Kararuai WC: 521 |
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