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Date Posted: 09:17:52 11/26/03 Wed
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 young stallion was so dizy that he didn't see the attack coming, and took a small step back. He cursed himself harshly as pain filled his forleg. A red film began to cover his eyes in anger. He jumped back, in ordr to regroup but found it hard to stand on that one leg. A small drop of sweat fell from his neck, and hit the solid ground, sizling and frying in the sun. Hopping back and observing his position he plans his next attak. "You will pay for that old one!" he said harshly, but his voice wasn't young and frolicky, it had a sharpness and hiss of anger, as his eyes turned from copper to a glowing red. He jumped forward, no longer caring about his injured leg, his yellow scar burned and warned him about breaking open. He ignored it and kept on attacking. Every muscle in his was pulsig as he lased out, his blood red eyes signaled his unstopable anger. His daggers ripped at every possible spot, but mostly aiming for the heart.

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[> [cast.me.away] -- Castaway, 10:09:12 11/26/03 Wed [1]

[the stallion inwardly sighs. calculated attacks were gone, now the young brute was in a frenzy. the older one is assailed by the hellion, blows landing on his barrel, neck and hindquarters. fortunately, in the stag's rush and blindness, the blows were mostly glancing and none hit anything vital. the veteran attacks with ferocity, teeth aiming for the throat again as his forelegs thrash and kick out towards the younger stallion's chest]

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