Finch vs. Odette
Nov 19, 2014 18:00:55 GMT -5
Post by victoriousequine on Nov 19, 2014 18:00:55 GMT -5
...the paint splattered mare opened her eyes slowly, one blue, one brown, lifting her head from it's lowered position to which it had instinctively moved as the pairings were announced. She wasn't violent by nature, but the fire that burned inside her to prove herself ignited something behind her eyes, a rage and a thirst for glory and validation that threatened to overtake her values and consume her, she had to do this, not only to prove her worth to her herd and her leader, but to herself...
She lifter her neck vertabrae by vertabrae, her resolve and solidity increasing with every inch, eyes scanning the group of rumps and thrashing manes as individuals identified their partners and moved into adequate spaces to spar. She spotted Odette a few horses away and her ears slowly swivelled back, waiting so see if the other mare would catch her eye, she would not make the first move, she wanted to gain the psychological upper hand.
She took this time to take stock of herself physically, her body rigid, head up at it's highest point waiting for the other mare to notice her. Her body had definitely become leaner during her time in exile, constant moving and searching for viable food sources had made her hooves well worn and sharp. Her muscles were lithe and nible, and ducking in and out of the trees to avoid other horses had made her more agile. Where she would undoubtedly fall down was her interactions. She had not spent time with other members of the herd for such a span that she knew judging someone else's moves based on their body language would be incredibly difficult for her, and yet something very necessary in a fight. It took all of her composure to not run in guns blazing, her nerves could not get the better of her if she wanted to succeed.
She lifter her neck vertabrae by vertabrae, her resolve and solidity increasing with every inch, eyes scanning the group of rumps and thrashing manes as individuals identified their partners and moved into adequate spaces to spar. She spotted Odette a few horses away and her ears slowly swivelled back, waiting so see if the other mare would catch her eye, she would not make the first move, she wanted to gain the psychological upper hand.
She took this time to take stock of herself physically, her body rigid, head up at it's highest point waiting for the other mare to notice her. Her body had definitely become leaner during her time in exile, constant moving and searching for viable food sources had made her hooves well worn and sharp. Her muscles were lithe and nible, and ducking in and out of the trees to avoid other horses had made her more agile. Where she would undoubtedly fall down was her interactions. She had not spent time with other members of the herd for such a span that she knew judging someone else's moves based on their body language would be incredibly difficult for her, and yet something very necessary in a fight. It took all of her composure to not run in guns blazing, her nerves could not get the better of her if she wanted to succeed.
