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Schrei Administrator
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Joined: Feb 2008 Gender: Female  Posts: 329 Location: Lost somewhere..... Karma: 8,051 |  | Fight Practice « Thread Started on May 1, 2008, 8:51pm » | |
Alright, start with how the horse enters. This part mostly concentrate on how the horse moves, looks, thinks, and the scenery. The scenario will be a fight over the right of leading a terra.
(my post will come soon enough, don't have the muse for a fight right atm, but feel free to start your own entrance)
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The ass will carry his load, but not a double load; ride not a free horse to death.
Joined: Mar 2008 Gender: Female  Posts: 1,125 Location: Riding Serenity, my horse. Karma: 1,000 |  | Re: Fight Practice « Reply #1 on May 2, 2008, 4:47pm » | |
Okay.))
Mustang(I'll create him later) trotted in, his hooves made a soft thud with every step. He thought of how he would fight the stallion, but with every step, his mucsles rippled and his mane and tail flowed gently and evenly with the wind. He saw the upcoming prairie, he thought it was rather beautiful. He galloped there and ate while he awaited the rival stallion to make his entrance.
Is that good?))
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Joined: Feb 2008 Gender: Female  Posts: 329 Location: Lost somewhere..... Karma: 8,051 |  | Re: Fight Practice « Reply #2 on May 3, 2008, 9:31pm » | |
good start, be sure to add in more descriptions and don't just say what he thought about, actually put in his thoughts!
Azure orbs gazed out from their black encircled frames while the rest of his visage was white, giving him an unblinkingly appearence, that was enough to discourage and frighten many a creature into submission. His hue was that of a dark blue roan, almost black since he had not yet begun to roan out. Randomly splotched along his hide were large splatters of white marking his as a frame overo. He was thick all around, even his dual toned boa tassels where thick. His shanks where adorned by brilliant white feathering that flashed brightly in the sun as he moved. Dinner plate sized hooves pounded into the terra in the most unforgiving way was the two-toned brujo two-beated towards the place for the rendevous with the other stud. Thoughts where constantly whirring through his cranium as he traveled. I will win this land. I must win this land. I must so that I may create a harem with loyal mares that will not disobey me. My genes must be released through-out the lands and the only honorable way is for me to have a land. His flints slowed to walk to stretch out his muscles so he would be better prepared for the upcoming skirmish ahead of him. The sun shone brillantly upon his pelt as he neared the feeding brute. Sad, now he would be weighted down by a full belly. His flints ground to a halt with his tassels flying about him as his forequarters where thrown high into air in a brief rear before he landed shaking the earth slightly. "Ready to begin?" Came his vocals in a cold, rasping tone. His dial was tossed high before his chin was tucked to chest. One foreshank pawed at the terra creating a little dip in the area where the ground was now tilled exposing the ground. So now it begins, who would make the first move? Should he not since he was the challenger? Would make since, but we'll just wait and see what he does first and counter that if he attacks or not.
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