06-26-2008, 07:22 PM
Two big brown eyes stared at the group of young tauren. A scuffle broke out between two of the adolescent boys, and the eyes watched in wonder as freshly grown horns locked in contest. The larger of the two used his size to his advantage and threw the other to the side. The smaller tawny tripped as he flew to the side and landed in the dirt with a thud⦠and a crack.
The young bull stayed sprawled out in the dirt for a moment, stunned from the impact. Shaking his head back in forth, he rose to his knees. His breath stopped as he saw his horn lying in the dirt next to him. The beige hand touched the broken horn lightly, and tears welled up in his piercing blue eyes.
The winning bull stood with his large hands on his waist, smirk spread across his face. The other tauren stood in awe at him until one spotted the broken horn.
âAhiga! Whatâd you do? Look! Itâs Crebâs horn!â As this was yelled the smirk disappeared from Ahigaâs face. Looking around at the group nervously, he backed away from the fighting ring and towards the bushes.
âI⦠I didnât do anything! He broke his own horn! If clumsy over there had fallen gracefully his horn would still be on his head.â He nodded quickly, convincing himself that the story was true. âI canât get in trouble for his clumsiness!â
Crebâs horn was grasped firmly in his hand now. Shaking angrily, he stood and turned to Ahiga. Head lowered, he pawed the ground with his hooves and flared his nostrils. The collective silence of the once boisterous group added to his anger. The taurenâs mouth opened widely as he let out a huge bellow before charging at his opponent.
Broken horn in his hand like a club, Creb ran toward Ahiga. Before he could strike the other bull, a flash of grey flew from the bushes behind Ahiga and tackled Creb to the ground. The small girl tauren stared into those blue eyes as she sat on his chest. Her own eyes pleaded with him as strained grunts escaped her throat.
The tawny bull pushed the girl off and rolled away, eyes burning with tears of embarrassment instead of anger. The dumb one had interfered again, and he would never be able to live this one down.
The young bull stayed sprawled out in the dirt for a moment, stunned from the impact. Shaking his head back in forth, he rose to his knees. His breath stopped as he saw his horn lying in the dirt next to him. The beige hand touched the broken horn lightly, and tears welled up in his piercing blue eyes.
The winning bull stood with his large hands on his waist, smirk spread across his face. The other tauren stood in awe at him until one spotted the broken horn.
âAhiga! Whatâd you do? Look! Itâs Crebâs horn!â As this was yelled the smirk disappeared from Ahigaâs face. Looking around at the group nervously, he backed away from the fighting ring and towards the bushes.
âI⦠I didnât do anything! He broke his own horn! If clumsy over there had fallen gracefully his horn would still be on his head.â He nodded quickly, convincing himself that the story was true. âI canât get in trouble for his clumsiness!â
Crebâs horn was grasped firmly in his hand now. Shaking angrily, he stood and turned to Ahiga. Head lowered, he pawed the ground with his hooves and flared his nostrils. The collective silence of the once boisterous group added to his anger. The taurenâs mouth opened widely as he let out a huge bellow before charging at his opponent.
Broken horn in his hand like a club, Creb ran toward Ahiga. Before he could strike the other bull, a flash of grey flew from the bushes behind Ahiga and tackled Creb to the ground. The small girl tauren stared into those blue eyes as she sat on his chest. Her own eyes pleaded with him as strained grunts escaped her throat.
The tawny bull pushed the girl off and rolled away, eyes burning with tears of embarrassment instead of anger. The dumb one had interfered again, and he would never be able to live this one down.