the black damsel shudders with pleasure as her ears here her opponent's squeal. endless eyes catching her antagonist's attack, the belle lunges to the side, hoping to make her opponent's strike fall short, and charge straight past her. but a hoof clips her on her right hocks, and her expressions grimace for a second. yet her throat reveals no noise. during her opponent's attack, fore-feet lurch forward, aiming hard for her shoulder, again straining to dislocate. her teeth snap out for Galaxy's crane, craving the tender flesh that dares to scrape her perfect figure. front body abandons the earth, try to lunge and get a grip onto the other equine's withers, flailing at her with hooves and teeth combined. her ears flicker atop her dial, her mind works erratically, thinking what to do next? should she try and hold her grip, if she had one? or should she push off and get some space? quickly, she decides to risk trying to hold on, knowing this was a very dominant position she was trying to put herself into. her sweetened gullet permits a small, warning cry to her challenger... she was not one to be easily beaten.
her bark is worse than her bite |
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