Little did the unicorn stallion before him know, Azzuen was constantly receiving aid from his comrades. Only the thoughts of his beloved mate and daughter were keeping his temper even, and though he outwardly displayed a cool countenance, he was tense and ready to take action at any given point. He knew the importance of maintaining self-control, he more than anyone, for when he lost control his magic repelled everything away from him. So though the unicorn poked and prodded with his sharp words, the General of the Throat merely shifted his weight and resettled his wings upon his flanks, a charming smile adorning his façade. Though the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, it was there, nonetheless. |
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Don't Rest On Your Laurels [open] - by d'Artagnan - 06-15-2012, 03:11 PM
RE: Don't Rest On Your Laurels [open] - by Ázzuen - 06-15-2012, 04:17 PM
RE: Don't Rest On Your Laurels [open] - by d'Artagnan - 06-17-2012, 05:34 PM
RE: Don't Rest On Your Laurels [open] - by Ázzuen - 06-18-2012, 11:01 PM
RE: Don't Rest On Your Laurels [open] - by d'Artagnan - 06-20-2012, 03:26 PM
RE: Don't Rest On Your Laurels [open] - by Ázzuen - 06-21-2012, 12:12 AM
RE: Don't Rest On Your Laurels [open] - by Kri - 06-24-2012, 07:12 PM
RE: Don't Rest On Your Laurels [open] - by d'Artagnan - 06-26-2012, 09:49 AM
RE: Don't Rest On Your Laurels [open] - by Ázzuen - 06-27-2012, 12:07 AM
RE: Don't Rest On Your Laurels [open] - by Kri - 06-30-2012, 06:35 PM
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