galileo
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sober thoughts in drowning minds
It is with one final effort, one final push that he wins the Solonia -- and he is surprised to do so.
She stumbles, as he so hoped, and his trunk-like legs are firmly rooted into the ground when he finishes forcing her backwards. The mare is quicker than he, and so he is pleased that he managed to counter her attack. On the other hand, he can feel the blood dripping down the back of his thick neck, and it aches with the fear of losing.
Shocked at her reaction to his attempt to force her back, he finds himself engulfed in her rage of fire and smoke. It immerses her and he sees nothing in her eyes except the desire to see him maimed (or perhaps worse). If there was a god watching over these lands, he prayed to it.
She burns so bright he sees her coming.
Whilst she lashes out at him with those oh-so-sharp hooves, he rears upwards and rotates on his heels. He lands heavily, but safely. Galileo quickly backs up so she can't throw another attack so soon.
The sound of the bells signals him to stop, to ceasefire, to hold himself steady. And that is what he needs, as his breath is short and laborious, a sign that he is not the young warrior he once was. He is confused, but only for a moment, as he accidentally meets the omniscient eye of the sun-kissed king.
So this was he.
Adonai.
Though much smaller than his own statuesque figure, the king has an awe-inspiring presence about him that requires all eyes on him. The crowd is hushed into silence by his very movement, a simple, sweeping jump from his perch.
Galileo has been in this situation many a time, and knows the proper etiquette. Standing next to his foe, who he knows he must congratulate on fighting so well, he tucks his forelegs beneath him as he attempts to lower into a bow. But the king is too quick, and stops him from doing so, and he is appreciative of such a kindness.
"Thank you, sun-kissed king." He speaks the name he had christened Adonai in his head by mistake, and the words lie stale in the air for the moment. He hopes that he has not caused offence, for he does not mean any (perhaps once it had been a sarcastic term, but not now) -- simply that this was a stallion who commanded attention, and glowed with a brightness that could only mean that he was blessed.
The wreath rests light upon his head. He had been restored, a victor in battle once more. It feels good, he cannot deny it, and he basks in the glory, as any man would do.
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@Adonai @Saoirse
She stumbles, as he so hoped, and his trunk-like legs are firmly rooted into the ground when he finishes forcing her backwards. The mare is quicker than he, and so he is pleased that he managed to counter her attack. On the other hand, he can feel the blood dripping down the back of his thick neck, and it aches with the fear of losing.
Shocked at her reaction to his attempt to force her back, he finds himself engulfed in her rage of fire and smoke. It immerses her and he sees nothing in her eyes except the desire to see him maimed (or perhaps worse). If there was a god watching over these lands, he prayed to it.
She burns so bright he sees her coming.
Whilst she lashes out at him with those oh-so-sharp hooves, he rears upwards and rotates on his heels. He lands heavily, but safely. Galileo quickly backs up so she can't throw another attack so soon.
The sound of the bells signals him to stop, to ceasefire, to hold himself steady. And that is what he needs, as his breath is short and laborious, a sign that he is not the young warrior he once was. He is confused, but only for a moment, as he accidentally meets the omniscient eye of the sun-kissed king.
So this was he.
Adonai.
Though much smaller than his own statuesque figure, the king has an awe-inspiring presence about him that requires all eyes on him. The crowd is hushed into silence by his very movement, a simple, sweeping jump from his perch.
Galileo has been in this situation many a time, and knows the proper etiquette. Standing next to his foe, who he knows he must congratulate on fighting so well, he tucks his forelegs beneath him as he attempts to lower into a bow. But the king is too quick, and stops him from doing so, and he is appreciative of such a kindness.
"Thank you, sun-kissed king." He speaks the name he had christened Adonai in his head by mistake, and the words lie stale in the air for the moment. He hopes that he has not caused offence, for he does not mean any (perhaps once it had been a sarcastic term, but not now) -- simply that this was a stallion who commanded attention, and glowed with a brightness that could only mean that he was blessed.
The wreath rests light upon his head. He had been restored, a victor in battle once more. It feels good, he cannot deny it, and he basks in the glory, as any man would do.
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