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Date Posted: 12:50:29 04/19/01 Thu
Author Host/IP: NoHost/216.167.172.193
In reply to:
Cold Day In July
's message, "+Delight appearing upon cast iron oculars+" on 14:52:17 04/18/01 Wed
+Stumbles sideways at the unexpected attack from the mare. He turns from the painted stallion and wheels around to face her, snorting in anger when her teeth close in on his shoulder. He tears away from her. Fresh rage and anger swells up inside, but he holds it back, his gaze turning slightly cooler. Blood pours from his shoulder, running down his leg, and splashing onto the ground. Ignoring it he backs a few feet away from her, watching her closely, his hawk-like vision still perfectly clear in the settling darkness. A cool breeze rushes over the horses, breaking the perfect silence of the night. A new hate and anger overcome him, his hot firey temper disappearing. His blue eyes show no emotion at all. Shivers of cold hatred rush up his spine and he snaps his tail, massive hooves planted firmly in the ground. All sense of feeling deadened to the pain from his wounds. He begins to circle the mare, light on his hooves, constantly ready for her to strike again. Keeping one ear pricked on the lookout for the other stallion, well aware he could attack again at any moment. This fight was unfair, two against one, but he was used to that. It seemed to be the way the “good” horses fought. As if they needed two good horses to beat an evil one… He whuffs softly, a twisted grin on his face. He surges forward suddenly with an explosive burst of power, hurtling his full weight against the mare, teeth snapping out to catch the back of her neck. He latches on with a death grip, and slashes out his sharp hooves at her side. . .+
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