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The Monkeys His Uncle? [Graveyard vs Daemyn]

d'Artagnan the Nightshade Posts: 364
Aurora Basin General atk: 6 | def: 9 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17hh :: 12 HP: 68.5 | Buff: ENDURE
Aramis :: Common Hellhound :: Hellfire & Superspeed imi
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A hollow, eerie noise clunked through the exhibit as the Doctor plodded his way in, the sound of his rather large hooves echoing throughout the home that belonged to the most mischievous of creatures. Monkeys. Wonderful! The Mender could smell them in every intake of air and it made his lips curl in distaste. It wasn’t that he had any opinion on them either way; they just always seemed to be a smelly, creepy kind of animal. This tournament he’d stupidly signed up for was getting more and more bizarre by the minute, but when he made it into the room full of tools his mood changed noticeably at the devices that littered the table. The drills, the needles they filled his mind with wonderful thoughts of screaming patients and experimenting, it was like someone had laid them here for his exact use. He was the plague doctor and here were his tools. Marvellous!

It was not all amazingly convenient, however, and d’Artagnan’s gaze sharply turned to the sound of a nearby monkey, an angry one at that. Had one escaped? Was he now trapped in somewhere with a raging primate?! The shade let out a series of violent curses that fell from his lips in well-practised ease as he despaired over the absurd situation he had now found himself in. There was also the matter of his opponent, the tournament went on after all and if he could draw anything from this then it was the fact that his adversary was caught in the same, shit situation. With a look of urgency, the Doctor cast about the room before he quickly grabbed a needle gingerly in his mouth and shoved it into his bag. It looked like a room for experimenting after all; perhaps the needle might come in handy when trying to tame a damn angry monkey.

The lights flicker, another distraction he could do without as his eyes automatically squinted through the strobe like lighting. Hugging him tightly is his red stained doctors coat that is strapped on around his chest and by his leather bag. A look d’Artagnan thought he quite suited. He had no time to stop and admire himself, however, as time moved swiftly on and the shade was looking for a quick victory in order to get away from the primate he was suddenly sharing an exhibit with.

Hooves clattered against the hard floor as he switched into a short-coupled canter and looked for his target. The monkey escapee that he prayed to the heavens that he wouldn’t run into and be forced into such a strange fight was troubling his normally sharp mind. How on earth did he fight something with fingers?! That thing could pick stuff up, with its paws?! Or whatever it was they were. They certainly weren’t hooves after all. Fighting two opponents was one thing, but fighting a horse and a monkey was entirely ludicrous! His mind was caught between two potential fights as his mismatched eyes locked onto his four-legged target and a small smile crept onto his sadistic lips. It was a privilege when fighting two opponents that one should have the advantage of two minds and the shade briefly switched his gaze to the bounding hound whose body lit up red in the flickering room. Aramis, his canine weapon. Perhaps when the time came the hell born cur would be better suited to challenging the loose monkey to a dual. For now, however, they launched their attack on the equine heathen.

d’Artagnan remained in his short striding canter, unsure of the surface of the floor underneath him and aimed for a quick slash of his sharp glass horns down the left side of the young stallion’s neck. Meanwhile, Aramis was making a speedy dash the male’s right back hock with teeth hoping to latch around, ripping into flesh and bone.

[W/C: 645 | 1/2 | graveyard championship vs Daemyn
Costume: d’Artagnan is in his same costume from round 1, which is a white doctors coat covered in fake blood stains.

Recap: d’Artagnan aims to slash his horn down the left side of Daemyn’s neck whilst Aramis tries to bite his right back hock.]

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The Monkeys His Uncle? [Graveyard vs Daemyn] - by d'Artagnan - 10-26-2014, 05:23 PM

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