>face="verdana" color="white">ooc>>Sorry it took me so
>long to reply, i forgot o.O; any ways, lilly, don't
>kick cappy, he'll kill you, and ginger, you
>powerplayed little missy.. He smirks fouly, his
>eyes glittering with a hint of his malicious nature.
>At the other's far fetched assault, he pivots sharply,
>the attack leaving in it's wake no more then a
>annoyance of a scratch. He bares his teeth, though
>whether it was meant to be a toothy grin or a wordless
>snarl was impossible to tell.
.. He takes a silent
>note of the approaching equine who fawned over the
>previous. The kick that followed his hastey
>acquaintance was not unexpected, but it was delievered
>with more strength then he had predicted. Anger flares
>up inside of him, banner flashing in his threat. His
>lappets are forced to take cover in his bed of
>diaphanous coils, his lipids recoiling over blemished
>chasms. He skids across the surface of the ground for
>a few minutes, but he was most certainly not
>knocked from his feet. He spreads his feathery green
>wings, the structures snagging the wind and allowing
>him to slide to a neat halt. His lips curve into a
>thin smile.
.. You're asking
>for trouble, buddy
.. And before you attacked
..
>You should have noticed something
.. I ain't no
>little leaguer.. He charges smoothly, his
>legs coming in uneven strides, making himself an
>unpredictable moving target. He comes to an abrupt
>cease of motion beside Ginger's shoulder and rises,
>shrieking convusively. Now perched on his hind legs,
>he thrusts himself forward, collapsing near the end of
>the other stallions back, a severe presure
>point.
ooc>>not to be mean, but you appear to be
>some what of a...novice. so ill fill you in on
>something you might miss. I landed near the end of
>your spine, and by doing so, I would paralyze both of
>your hind legs. If slide forward, ill land on the
>weakest point of your spine and break it, thus causing
>a painful fate in which you will most certainly die.
>thats it ;)
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