Post by jenn on Sept 20, 2018 15:52:46 GMT -5
The armadillo pulled a large stick from thin air, making Donnie’s eyes widen. He winced as he saw it heading in his direction, and while it made a loud thump as it reached his skull, Donatello felt no pain. Still, Donnie could help but jump backwards a little bit, shaking his head and snorting. His ears flattened against his skull as he stared down the tiny creature, squinting in annoyance. The euphoric feeling from before was beginning to dissipate under the circumstances. Who did this armadillo think he was, assaulting an almost full-grown stallion?
Donnie’s attention was pulled from the armadillo momentarily as he heard his brother speak, almost forgetting that he was even there in the moments of frustration. Turning his head to face him, his eyes widened again, showing concern at his brother’s words. He couldn’t be right, could he? However, Mikey was, in fact, correct, because shortly after Mikey spoke, the armadillo confirmed what he had said was correct. Donnie stared at the armadillo for a few moments, his displeasure clear on his face. The longer the twins remained in the presence of the armadillo, the more Donnie disliked him. Then, as suddenly as he appeared, his disappeared.
Donnie’s gaze then returned to where Mikey was standing, hardly even noticing that the smoking plant had been extinguished by a particularly large gust of desert wind. Donatello didn’t want to fight his brother, but even though he hated to admit it, the armadillo was right. It was the only way they were going to get past their issues and frustrations and become a team again. Nervously, Donatello pawed the sand, sprayed his back legs with the damp granules. He had never learned how to fight, but he was strong from his travels. He also had a natural ability to read others, stemming from his ours of observing other horses without speaking. Still, he wasn’t sure if it would be enough. Donnie was sure that their father had taught his twin to fight in he and his mother’s absence. And quite frankly, Donatello wasn’t even sure if he wanted to win. Maybe if he let Michelangelo win, they could finally leave the past in the past and move on. He’d have to play that one by ear to see how the fight is going. Bowing his head in respect, he raised it and tensed, getting ready to spring into action, before saying, “Ready when you are, brother.”
Tagged: Ostrich
Word count: 408
Notes: XD
Donnie’s attention was pulled from the armadillo momentarily as he heard his brother speak, almost forgetting that he was even there in the moments of frustration. Turning his head to face him, his eyes widened again, showing concern at his brother’s words. He couldn’t be right, could he? However, Mikey was, in fact, correct, because shortly after Mikey spoke, the armadillo confirmed what he had said was correct. Donnie stared at the armadillo for a few moments, his displeasure clear on his face. The longer the twins remained in the presence of the armadillo, the more Donnie disliked him. Then, as suddenly as he appeared, his disappeared.
Donnie’s gaze then returned to where Mikey was standing, hardly even noticing that the smoking plant had been extinguished by a particularly large gust of desert wind. Donatello didn’t want to fight his brother, but even though he hated to admit it, the armadillo was right. It was the only way they were going to get past their issues and frustrations and become a team again. Nervously, Donatello pawed the sand, sprayed his back legs with the damp granules. He had never learned how to fight, but he was strong from his travels. He also had a natural ability to read others, stemming from his ours of observing other horses without speaking. Still, he wasn’t sure if it would be enough. Donnie was sure that their father had taught his twin to fight in he and his mother’s absence. And quite frankly, Donatello wasn’t even sure if he wanted to win. Maybe if he let Michelangelo win, they could finally leave the past in the past and move on. He’d have to play that one by ear to see how the fight is going. Bowing his head in respect, he raised it and tensed, getting ready to spring into action, before saying, “Ready when you are, brother.”
Tagged: Ostrich
Word count: 408
Notes: XD