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06-26-2013, 07:46 AM
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Tonka I'm Going in for the Kill... I'm doing it for the Thrill The moon was up and the stars were out. Navy eyes shut closed as he continued to briskly walked along the sandy shores. He was pretty relaxed right now, but yet a part of him was alert and ready for anything. Black hooves stamped the ground with each thunderous step. He opened his eyes again, looking into the darkness of night. He felt weird, like something was here with him, but yet it was cover my the cloak of black. He was not afraid, but yet kept his guard high. He kept his pace brisk and he continued his walk of relaxation. Suddenly, he felt a powerful force hit his ass. Out of instinct, he let out a full force kick, hoping to strike what ever touched him. He swung around, his ears pinned hack against his skull and his nostrils flared. It was Hestia! God damn it! What the fuck was this mare thinking?! His guard slowly went down, as he released his ears from their flat position. He gave her a cold glare and he got ready to shoat at her. No... He couldn't do that. She was new to his small band and he needed as many members as he could get. He could and would not scare her off right now. He had to admit. She got him really good. His ass hurt like hell and he wished that she never had done that. He hoped he did not hit her when he instinctively kicked out. "Hestia! Why the hell did you do that?" He looked right into her cold crimson eyes as he spoke, his voice was loud, but not quite yelling. Looking away me mumbled just loud enough for her to hear. "I have to admit. You got me pretty good." He looked back at the dusty colored mare. Right now he realized that wings could be a powerful weapon, and possibly more dangerous than the blade on his forehead. |
