| Subject: Challenge |
Author:
Kamani
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Date Posted: 12:14:19 10/01/02 Tue
The young, lean bay stallion canters disjointedly in, halting abruptly. His appearance is in disarray- his coat is dusty and covered in grime, his mane and tail are matted and wild. But his eyes are like stone, immutable and determined.
Inside, however, the story is different. His heart is pounding like thunder, and fear threatens to take control, and might have done, were it not for the stallion's harsh self-deprecations. Coward! Coward! You know what you've got to do, coward, so get on with it. That little niggling voice of doubt argues, however. He killed Myrakazan! I don't stand a chance! But the self-hatred wins over. Put it this way, chump. If you win, you're a hero, and you've gotten rid of a real scumbag. If you lose, well, the Evils get to pick an effective Lead Stallion. It's win-win.
Stomping a front hoof as much to silence his own tirade as to assemble his challenge, he finally speaks. His voice is harsh, rough and seems so cold and lonely in this land of ferocity and heroism. "Ziraga, I challenge you to the death. If I win, Malussinn and True Evil are free, and True Evil gets the throne." And if I lose I'm dead...
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