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[OPEN] The Decider

Hector Posts: 262
Outcast atk: 7 | def: 9.5 | dam: 3.5
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 18.3hh :: 7 Years HP: 63 | Buff: ENDURE
Veci :: Plain Boggart :: Suffocate Dream
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No Time for Lies and Empty Fights



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Eliminated! Veci teased, flooding the mind of his disappointed bonded with a running commentary of practically his greatest failure. His decision to hold back from the initial lunge of the Pegasus crowd had been a fair one, and while avoiding the early argy bargy, Hector made steady ground. He’d sailed forward, overtaking the stragglers with ease, and with the ring in sight, gathered strength to hurl himself through. Unfortunately he had come up against a headwind not expected, and the chestnut giant’s balance skewed from course- he missed the race marker.

...he waits for the race to begin... the mischievous Boggart began again, but Hector had not the patience to listen. Veci, please check the tent for sign of the herd, he instructed jadedly, wishing only for a moments peace to recover.

With his companion set with duty, the hybrid wandered down from the field below where he’d been disqualified from the competition. Glancing for a moment towards the heavens, his thoughts filled with new doubt. Perhaps he wasn’t the fit warrior he had been for so long. His motivation was tarnished and indecisive, and it seemed his natural flare and ability to perform in such events like the race lost, was fading. As a whole his reservations soured his want to continue as a soldier; it spurred him to think harder about pursuing new education, but he knew that only the God of the Sun would give him the answer he needed. Somehow...

As he neared the arena, tangerine eyes wandered beyond to find out if Veci was yet returning from the little oasis; their home away from home. It seemed not, and Hector drew a long breath, sizing up the sandy ring and glancing to see if anyone was near. Perhaps the only way to know if his abilities had softened was to test them and see. He slid quietly forward, and the golden-red flecks adorning his wings as they lifted halfway, shimmered brightly beneath the blazing sun of the day. Sound hooves quickly adopted the warrior march (a choppy, ready trot), and he began to circle, skilled eyes roving the area passed by for sign of an opponent.


• Dragon's Throat Rank Experience: Fortify | Level 3
• Permission given for moderate power play, magical influence and damage at all times


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The Decider - by Hector - 07-23-2014, 11:03 PM
RE: The Decider [spar viewing thread] - by Arvakl - 07-24-2014, 01:31 AM
RE: The Decider - by Hector - 08-26-2014, 08:43 PM
RE: The Decider - by Arvakl - 08-26-2014, 11:01 PM

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