I'm the nightmare in your dreams Posted on August 4, 2025 at 05:06:18 PM by Cursed Dreams
Curse was learning more from Asmodeus and there sparring sessions, she enjoyed fighting, even if she did lose, everything was a lesson. She had been surprise to find someone more her size, actually he was shorter than her, just. She was use to fighting those bigger than herself, learning to use her size to her advantage, but the chance to see if those advantages still worked on one her own height was too good to pass up.
She approached him, accepting his challenge but then noticed the shock on his face and the hesitancy, her ears flicked back and her eyes harden don’t you dare was the message shining in those icy blue eyes. She was sick to the teeth of chauvinistic stallions who thought she couldn’t handle the same as them because she was a mare! As if that made her inferior somehow. She was please when he still went ahead with the practice fight.
She lost but that ok with her, she had tried her best using tricks that would normally work on bigger, slower horses. They didn’t work when your opponent was the same size as you, with the same speed and agility. She would remember that, for next time and there definitely would be a next time!
Breathing heavy she followed him to the water, allowing it to cool her body and quench her thirst. Once she had finished and her breathing had returned to normal she glanced over to the stallion. She dipped her head at his compliment, she not use to them and finding them… awkward. So did you she returned with a slight smile I’ll admit, I’m use to fighting horses bigger than myself, clearly the skills I use on them don’t work on one who is more my size she chuckled.
Remember his shock and hesitation at the beginning she thought to bring it up you know, at first I thought you were another chauvinistic, up his own ass stallion who would refuse to fight a mare she was smiling but there was a warning in her eyes that sort of thing can land a stallion in hot water around here she said, raising her eyebrows pointed I’m glad you weren’t one of those types though, or I would have had to kick your ass she chuckles, the hardness in her eyes melting into humour.
The names Cursed Dreams, or just Curse is fine she offered, hating her long name you? she asked, finding it amusing that the easiest way she made friends, was fighting with them.