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Date Posted: 21:56:54 11/25/03 Tue
Author: Dagger's Rebellion
Subject: Rebel the Fright
In reply to: Castaway 's message, "[cast.me.away] ((Dagger's Rebellion, inside for new thread))" on 17:05:28 11/25/03 Tue

The ebon brute danced out of the way, but not fast due to his shortened breath. He felt the other's legs nick his stomach and grimanced slightly. his copper eyes shed no sign of fear or even pained, though his mind was in tears and was cursing the his birth. Remembering the finishing move he had done with his father in the battle to death, he lashd out quickly. He reached out like lightning and aimed for the a place just above the nostrils, where the main flow of air could easily be blocked.

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[> [cast.me.away] -- Castaway, 23:41:40 11/25/03 Tue [1]

[unprepared for the blow, the stallion is saved only by primordial instict and quick reflexes. his cranium is jerked sharply back to his chest, sending a pain through his neck and poll. the hellion's hoof clips the stag's muzzle and he snorts as blood flows into his nares. backing off, he shakes his head. trickles of blood run down his mug, giving him a hellish and gory appearance. snorting, he moves in once more only to back off again. feinting, confusing, vexing and teasing. in and out, side to side. the stallion's breaths come heavier, mostly due to the blood that fills his nostrils. snorting again, he reaches in and down, with his teeth snapping at the other's leg, craning his neck to reach for the tendons behind the cannon bone]

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