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*Star Fyre* (And he is mad...)
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Date Posted: 09:38:31 09/24/02 Tue
In reply to:
Tucker
's message, "He rears out of her path" on 14:31:52 09/23/02 Mon
HOW DARE YOU ATTACK A MARE AND TRY TO STEAL HER TERRITORY FROM HER WHEN HER MATE ISN'T HERE TO GAURD IT, AND SHE'S GOING TO HAVE A FOAL SOON! YOU ARE A WARTY, RUDE, BAD-MANNERED, SMELLY PIG AND I AM NOT AFRAID TO SAY IT! IF YOU HAD ANY MANNERS AT ALL YOU WOULD WAIT UNTIL HER MATE CAME BACK AND THEN FIGHT HIM! I WILL KILL YOU FOR THIS! *More angry then he's ever been before in his LIFE, he charges forward, his great red body almost bursting with muscle and power. Sinew taut, he arches his magnificent neck as he races powerfully at the horrible stallion, sharp, twisted, glittering golden horn glowing with his battle-magick. His solid gold hooves thunder louder and louder, his red-chestnut mane and tail flowing silkily behind him in the wind that rises with his rage. Clouds of dust billow around him, not bothering his own magickally-shielded eyes at all but stinging the other stallion's terribly. He collides with Tucker, driving his horn straight into the center of the stallion's head, cracking through his skull and sinking deep into his feeble brain. He then drags his blood-dripping horn out and spins in perfect balance to make his heavy golden hind-hooves come crashing up and slamming hard into the enemy's mouth. Tucker's teeth glitter on the ground as the mighty, flame-colored warrior spins again, rearing high with a whinny full of pride, fury, rage and majesty. His silky red mane swirls around his elegant head as he dashes his bright golden forehooves against the stallion's eyes, then lands to easily spin and kick him over. He seizes Tucker's sheath in his mouth and bites down hard, then shoots a bright, hard, thick beam of painful magick at his balls. He then grabs the whole of Tucker's head in his mouth and chomps down hard before backing up easily, muscles bunching in his hindquarters. He shoots the stallion down with three powerful spells and charges powerfully forward to stamp mightily on the stallion's ribcage, grinning in grim satisfaction at the snap. He lowers his head and rips the stallion's throat open in and instant, blood everywhere, his eyes burning with rage. He seizes the windpipe in his mouth, ripping the source of air clean out of the rudely deserving enemy . . .* And if this puts me up in front of the court of Kantainea, it'll be worth it, *he thinks grimly as he backs away, muscles bunching for his next move . . .*
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