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12-15-2012, 08:59 PM
It could have been the absolute arrogance in the posture of Vicer that set Abel on fire, or the downright ignorant manors of his. Perhaps this stud had experience, the twins had bloodlines of a true warrior. No not Torasin, he is far too girly. It was Brooke. "And when they drive their horn straight through her arrogant chest you'll realize your a fool." he spat viciously. Nym slowly falling to the side, stepping away from his heated brother. "If you are just as ignorant as I am prone to believe they dwell in the north, go ahead and traipse through their land. Otherwise head south-west, there is a sandy beach. I'm sure you'll find what your looking for there." He was about to turn and swing at his brother before the fool spoke up again. Abel was half tempted to ram his hoof straight down the bastard pirates mouth. Abel began to squint his green eyes, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. Rage settled in his chest. The chestnut began to back away even further. Snapping a few twigs beneath his large feet. Fear swelling in his chest. He knew the moment Vicer had regarded his own words as a possible threat and then released his own that Abel would certainly be hot all over it. Two against one would be a number for the dead. "His was no more a threat than yours." Abel began to move forward. Haste in his hooves, gasoline pouring from his nares, a fire pretty much flowing from them. Ears completely slick to his neck. Natural protecting instincts began to fill both the stallions stomachs. Nym began to follow his brothers movements. Becoming less of a drastic polite man. A warrior within them began to show. Each of them began to close the open gap. Ears slick to their thick necks. Heavy muscles rippling beneath them, still not fully developed but deadly. They were growing up fast, finally growing into their temper. Though not fully able to control it. "Do tell, what you think you can do when its two against one." Nym commanded. Slamming his teeth. The cling echoing in Abel's ear. Both young growing adults stopped but feet from him. Waiting for his stupid answer. Waiting for just one word so they could attack. Prove they were just like their mother, much less of their father. Proving that the power of family can over rule anything. ________________________ "Abel Speaks." "Nym Speaks." |
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