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Date Posted: 10:19:13 04/18/01 Wed
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In reply to:
Cold Day In July
's message, "+jumps forward+" on 17:09:27 04/17/01 Tue
+Eyes his two opponents angrily. His icy gaze quickly darting between the two. A heavy throbbing pain pulses through his head, and blood gushes down from his wounds. He staggers backwards a few yards, eyes locked on the mare and stallion all the time. After a minute or two he shakes off the last of the pain and the bleeding subsides to a trickle, his hatred and fury giving fuel to his strength, the flames inside him roaring up, burning through his body and showing bright red in his eyes. Slams a massive hoof on the ground. He shrugs off the golden mare’s angry threat, unafraid of her, his own ears laced back and teeth bared as well. Begins to circle around the two, head snaked out low in front of him, a determined steady gaze studying them carefully. He had never lost at this dangerous game before, and didn’t intend to lose it this time. His gaze settles on the Warrior mare thoughtfully. He had been a Warrior before, in his old land, far away from here. He had training from an ancient stallion who was skilled and strong. He recognizes the look of his old Warrior trainer in this mare. He shakes his head viciously, ragged mane stinging his face. He was once a Warrior, but then he had turned to the dark side. Using the good powers and skills for an evil purpose. Glances at the painted steed and remembers the blow to his head. His ears flatten tighter and he bursts forward, in a sudden burst of hateful energy. He madly charges him, pearly teeth flashing, eyes wild, and obsidian hooves tearing up the ground seperating him and the other stallion. He slides to a stop a few feet from the stallion, and rises up, powerful hindlegs thrusting his weight into the air, sharp hooves slashing the air inches from the stallions face. He lands heavily, dust swirling up around his legs, and settling on his sweat soaked coat. His eyes burning, and nostrils flared, seeming as if he was breathing fire. Suddenly jumps to the side, agile as a wild cat hunting his prey, and strikes forward with flashing hooves, bringing them down with two thuds on the stallions shoulder, and pulling them down, leaving two long gashes. He jumps back quickly as he attacked, awaiting the painted stallions next attack, which he knew would be coming fast. Dancing on his hooves, his eyes on his opponent, only glancing away to settle on the golden mare for a second, knowing he would have to fight her too. But after he was done with this stallion. He quickly turns back to his opponent, breath coming in quick bursts, sweat breaking out on his coat again, loving every moment of the fight….+
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