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01-24-2014, 05:34 AM
"SHUT UP", hissing with all the hatred mustered pounding within his pallid frame, the ivory stallion pierced the man with a loathing glare. These beasts from hell, rotting with layers of decomposition, consumed completely by madness and darkness destroyed those held close to him sentimentally. Adamant, awaiting those that would join him at his bellowing call, one unicorn mare approached, seemingly unstable with shifty violet orbs. His face could not produce a kindred grin at the moment, velvet lips pulled into a stoic frown.
Glancing at the approaching woman, the demon that proclaimed himself "Blood King", continued spitting out a string of words. Paying no heed, a gurgling wail choked in her slender throat, her bodice bunching with force, lunging forwards with ferocity, a scream ripped through her throat, choosing only one word for a battle cry. 'NO!'The femme, launched into motion seemed like an elusive shadow, striking from the darkness at its prey. Aiding her in the assault, Arrane bunched his powerful legs only to be stopped by an enraged voice behind him.
The ebony fae pierced the man with her dagger like horn, and Arrane let out a cry of triumph. He yearned to leap into battle, to bring him down with a flurry of hooves, to bite him into submission to the blessed waters. Anticipation bubbled within his veins as the ivory stallion continued on with an entrancing stare. Muscles rigid, his heart began to beat faster with the prospect of a battle. Ears pinned back, the warrior launched into motion, following the footsteps of Megaera, the mare that was a part of W.A.R.
Teeth were bared, cyan orbs were narrowed with all the anger, rage and grief built up within his heart, like a dam ready to burst with fierceness. As she leaped to the demon's side, Arrane quickly turned to the left, aiming to sandwich the beast in between the two of them, as the unicorn fae kept him in the front. Not in his right mind, as Arrane brushed around the left of the "Blood Prince", he bent his neck to the right, hoping to aim a wicked bite to a soft spot in the man's spine. "YOU NEED TO BE WASHED, DEMON", growling with hidden barbarity, a fourth presence joined the fray.
Hoping to keep him still, the ivory stallion, seething with malice backed away at the command of Midas. It took every ounce of moral strength to back away as told so, for he wanted to leap in a fit and injure the demon. With the fast wisps of magic, Arrane bit out a reply to his fellow comrades "Back off!" The prison was sealed around the unicorn stallion, and Arrane only hoped that the mares had stepped away from the writhing beast. Sweat lined his flank, little droplets forming on his back. Plastered to his face was a red tipped mane, and eyes were wild with the rush of a battle.
In the fray, Arrane had still managed a few cuts from the rocks lining the ground as he charged, but the pain naught mattered to him at this moment. It was now time to cleanse this devil of the sins of evil.
Glancing at the approaching woman, the demon that proclaimed himself "Blood King", continued spitting out a string of words. Paying no heed, a gurgling wail choked in her slender throat, her bodice bunching with force, lunging forwards with ferocity, a scream ripped through her throat, choosing only one word for a battle cry. 'NO!'The femme, launched into motion seemed like an elusive shadow, striking from the darkness at its prey. Aiding her in the assault, Arrane bunched his powerful legs only to be stopped by an enraged voice behind him.
The ebony fae pierced the man with her dagger like horn, and Arrane let out a cry of triumph. He yearned to leap into battle, to bring him down with a flurry of hooves, to bite him into submission to the blessed waters. Anticipation bubbled within his veins as the ivory stallion continued on with an entrancing stare. Muscles rigid, his heart began to beat faster with the prospect of a battle. Ears pinned back, the warrior launched into motion, following the footsteps of Megaera, the mare that was a part of W.A.R.
Teeth were bared, cyan orbs were narrowed with all the anger, rage and grief built up within his heart, like a dam ready to burst with fierceness. As she leaped to the demon's side, Arrane quickly turned to the left, aiming to sandwich the beast in between the two of them, as the unicorn fae kept him in the front. Not in his right mind, as Arrane brushed around the left of the "Blood Prince", he bent his neck to the right, hoping to aim a wicked bite to a soft spot in the man's spine. "YOU NEED TO BE WASHED, DEMON", growling with hidden barbarity, a fourth presence joined the fray.
Hoping to keep him still, the ivory stallion, seething with malice backed away at the command of Midas. It took every ounce of moral strength to back away as told so, for he wanted to leap in a fit and injure the demon. With the fast wisps of magic, Arrane bit out a reply to his fellow comrades "Back off!" The prison was sealed around the unicorn stallion, and Arrane only hoped that the mares had stepped away from the writhing beast. Sweat lined his flank, little droplets forming on his back. Plastered to his face was a red tipped mane, and eyes were wild with the rush of a battle.
In the fray, Arrane had still managed a few cuts from the rocks lining the ground as he charged, but the pain naught mattered to him at this moment. It was now time to cleanse this devil of the sins of evil.
