Ice And Venom | Kanu Vs. Ziara
Dec 2, 2014 3:07:09 GMT -5
Post by jodifarrow22 on Dec 2, 2014 3:07:09 GMT -5
Ice And Venom
Jodifarrow22's Kanu
Mythical-Prancer's Ziara
Objective 4 Phase 2
Jodifarrow22's Kanu
Mythical-Prancer's Ziara
Objective 4 Phase 2
[KANU]
A deafening silence engulfed the Summer Fields. Kanu waited, his heart beating at a rapid speed and his bodily elements feeling very high strung. His stomach twisted and turned as he stared out at the empty field before him beneath furrowed eyebrows. They hadn't arrived yet. But he couldn't wait until they did. He gnawed his cheek with anticipation, hardly able to contain his excitement for the event that was about to unravel and manipulate Chevalin's future. He had contemplated joining Olde- for a long while it seemed like the right thing to do morally, but recently his mind had been changed. Vasska was far to conceited and harsh upon the rules that the Exiles must live by if siding with him, and Kanu couldn't risk losing protection simply for fighting for his herd.
Pawing the soft dirt beneath his feet, Kanu's mind temporarily wandered to Lena, his love, the mare he had left behind with the Bachelor's and his newly adopted foal, Dawne. Everything had happened so quickly for him and even though he knew it would take him some time to get used to the new way of life- he was more than ready to try. There was so much for him to fight for, which would only fuel his fire and pump his exhilaration further until he was able to fight for hours. Minutes passed and Kanu's thoughts finally caught up to real time, bringing him back to the dark clouded sky and the light rain that fell upon his scarred back. He looked to his sides, to the people he was fighting with. Even though they were Bachelors and he was the only Exile, he was willing to help them in any way they could in order to win this war against those who thought themselves so much more superior to all- besides the Exiles that chose to fight across from Kanu of course, they were merely doing what they had to do to survive and he was proud of every single one of them for it.
Ears perked, hooves stomped and nickers sounded the air as distant figures emerged from the distant fog and halted a few yards from where Kanu was standing. He too perked up, eager to dig his teeth into whoever he could reach. This was not a spar- this was a war. He didn't need to go easy on anyone or anything, he could kill, injure and maim whomever he pleased and he loved that. There was so much energy, stress and tense emotion built up inside his tightening muscles, emotion that had begun splitting through his exterior and showing in his keen posture. He needed to let it out or he would burst and turn on whoever sat beside him. Whenever he entered a state of war he changed- drastically. He was no longer Kanu, calm, collected and able to tell one from the other. No. He was a monster. He knew it too, which was why he needed to try his best at all times to stay as calm as possible. Now was one of the times in his life when he could unleash his inner demons and let himself tear limb from limb.
He carefully eyed the Olde allies, picking out which ones he could go for. But the fog and rain blocked his vision, making it almost impossible to tell one horse from the other. He'd just have to wait until the siren for war sounded in the velvet sky and he hauled himself toward the enemy before he could properly choose an opponent. Which he was ok to do. The element of surprise only made his skin crawl and his veins pump poisonous blood.
Word count: 632
A deafening silence engulfed the Summer Fields. Kanu waited, his heart beating at a rapid speed and his bodily elements feeling very high strung. His stomach twisted and turned as he stared out at the empty field before him beneath furrowed eyebrows. They hadn't arrived yet. But he couldn't wait until they did. He gnawed his cheek with anticipation, hardly able to contain his excitement for the event that was about to unravel and manipulate Chevalin's future. He had contemplated joining Olde- for a long while it seemed like the right thing to do morally, but recently his mind had been changed. Vasska was far to conceited and harsh upon the rules that the Exiles must live by if siding with him, and Kanu couldn't risk losing protection simply for fighting for his herd.
Pawing the soft dirt beneath his feet, Kanu's mind temporarily wandered to Lena, his love, the mare he had left behind with the Bachelor's and his newly adopted foal, Dawne. Everything had happened so quickly for him and even though he knew it would take him some time to get used to the new way of life- he was more than ready to try. There was so much for him to fight for, which would only fuel his fire and pump his exhilaration further until he was able to fight for hours. Minutes passed and Kanu's thoughts finally caught up to real time, bringing him back to the dark clouded sky and the light rain that fell upon his scarred back. He looked to his sides, to the people he was fighting with. Even though they were Bachelors and he was the only Exile, he was willing to help them in any way they could in order to win this war against those who thought themselves so much more superior to all- besides the Exiles that chose to fight across from Kanu of course, they were merely doing what they had to do to survive and he was proud of every single one of them for it.
Ears perked, hooves stomped and nickers sounded the air as distant figures emerged from the distant fog and halted a few yards from where Kanu was standing. He too perked up, eager to dig his teeth into whoever he could reach. This was not a spar- this was a war. He didn't need to go easy on anyone or anything, he could kill, injure and maim whomever he pleased and he loved that. There was so much energy, stress and tense emotion built up inside his tightening muscles, emotion that had begun splitting through his exterior and showing in his keen posture. He needed to let it out or he would burst and turn on whoever sat beside him. Whenever he entered a state of war he changed- drastically. He was no longer Kanu, calm, collected and able to tell one from the other. No. He was a monster. He knew it too, which was why he needed to try his best at all times to stay as calm as possible. Now was one of the times in his life when he could unleash his inner demons and let himself tear limb from limb.
He carefully eyed the Olde allies, picking out which ones he could go for. But the fog and rain blocked his vision, making it almost impossible to tell one horse from the other. He'd just have to wait until the siren for war sounded in the velvet sky and he hauled himself toward the enemy before he could properly choose an opponent. Which he was ok to do. The element of surprise only made his skin crawl and his veins pump poisonous blood.
Word count: 632