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Date Posted: 20:16:20 11/23/03 Sun
Author: Adrian
Subject: .[how can a loser win].
In reply to: Dagger's Rebellion 's message, "Rebel the Fright" on 18:55:23 11/18/03 Tue

The crowd of surrounding horses had long since faded from his vision, leaving only Daughter of Light, himself, the sky, and the sand beneath them. He heard nothing, not the words of his colleagues and foes or the retired Light Queen's soft grunt. All that permeated his dulled hearing was his even breathing and hoof thuds. The stallion pitted himself against the task of the fight, displaying his unbreakable will and intelligence in more ways than just one. His brown eyes flashed with energy and resilience, but they also deceived. Adrian hadn't the raw strength to beat DOL, for his form could not adequately support it. However, the auburn's mind worked on the fly, choosing scenerios and playing them out completely. Whatever his corrupted conscious could whip up, he would dole willingly to the golden beige mare. The miscreant rebel needed to succeed in this fight. No, he did not fear losing face in the eyes of the doubting evils. The bay stallion was mostly doing this for himself. And this should not be a surprise.

Adrian was, roughly, somewhat like a two-sided coin. A common mantality but never-the-less it was very true. Many judge without knowing. Adrian was hated for all the wrong reasons. But wasn't this the reason he was here in the first place? To put the others to shame while increasing his own success? This was what the black-pointed stallion wanted. Or was it. No backing down now. The thoroughbred would rather give his own life.

Wildly, he fought on, taking the hits and responding back to them. He was in the wrong position, but he had something planned. The auburn was going to attempt to change these tides. Hooves and teeth rained upon the stallion, and he tried to even them out. The female's teeth bit his rump forcefully, and although horse teeth are blunt, he could feel the skin under his fur being crushed. It was worse than being biten by a wolf. The male started forward, tucking his hindquarters a bit lower than his front. Daughter of Light's hooves descended, one skimming his leg the other catching his ebon' hock. He lost use of it briefly, struggling madly to move out of the way. Adrian now pinpointed his future attack while throwing himself around to face DOL. With a determined glint in his chocolate eyes, he dug his hooves into the sand. The Leader then leapt straight towards the mare, forehooves thrusting towards her head. He wanted this to change. Adrian did not want to be the one dodging all the hits from Daughter of Light. However, there was a downside to this attack. All, and more, weight bared down on his injured hock as he sprung. The sharp wave of pain hit him hard, but the light bay refused to acknowledge it.

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[> \*/Pit of Hades\*/ -- Kiesha, 20:59:43 11/23/03 Sun [1]

The female dragoness eased into the Light lands. Clearly it was boredom that was creased across her features. Maw parted wide to allow deep violet flames become airborn, not directed at any given creature. Her frame ,well-muscled as a Flaris should be, was pushed further into the terrain. Ivory ooids landed upon the few dragons that had entered into these lands. On sight she knew the Light Queen and a sneer was cast pon features, there was a fight here perhaps. Then again, the other dragoness looked as if she wanted a duel with the Queen. Pools roamed until they fell upon the mare Firelight, the femme didn't seem to have any directions for anyone, so she didn't need to speak with her. The Evil vixen decided then to settle herself down and look for a fight. Let any creature dare approach her, she was ready to kill.

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