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10-19-2012, 10:17 PM
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Lavish were the carnal wallops. It was the Devil’s ecstasy in such a heated abundance. This moment, a cocktail of testosterone and violent requisite. Angels would not be beckoned by his calls of agony… One day… someday… his time would come, and as life fled from him, the gods would not waver their gazes to his wretched and battered form. Massive pillars beneath moved with a briskness which with their sovereignty, sent waves of hell’s murky discord into the air. Soldier’s hide was turned; ghoulish, bone-quaking resonance leaked with a blood freezing scream from thick and hardy kissers. A pin like agony that scorched the backside, near the base of the tail, and he could feel the liquid of existence ferment to the surface like some gothic river just beneath the surface of melting ice. Beneath razor espadrilles was it mud seemed to move and slip beneath the murky surface of the icy water. Beast was careful with his steps; quickly leviathan twisted to face his opponent from a short distance. Nostrils flared in such a ferocious mayhem, branch of sinew bending slightly as the scarlet ocular’s flared like sparks in the darkened arena of animosity. Muscles quivered amidst the throb of the shoulder where the other monster had hit, although the substantial flesh was only slightly harmed, a crimson just seemingly beginning to come to the surface there; in time it would bruise. As demon had escaped from a larger threat of oncoming feet to squash him like a pestilence, had the other stricken out in his own abhorrence, and where the whip met the buttocks, flesh budded open like a newly born blossom, flowering with ruby. Loathing Lips twitched with a vivacity, as if he wished to tear flesh from bone, suck on the marrow! Eyelashes flicked open with savageness as he observed his adversary slip and tumble into the mud. The criminal was shifty… a cut throat… Velveteen lyric devises twisted into a demonic smirk that was devised of the devil’s own laughter. Columns lifted and flung him forth like a bat from hell. Oh the irony… Rather a dove from hell! Eligor charged, not at a profuse velocity due to the slick surface below. His aim? Precious visionary gemstones were glossed over with a sort of hunger, as if wildly charging onward without precautions. Lips pulled back to reveal ivories, ready to bite as he grew closer, swerving swiftly to the left, close enough to brush against the other; distraction of teeth were aimed for the shoulder, although it was not a true intent… A tad risk of a sort as he kicked his back legs out from under himself, aiming for the other’s front legs… [2/3; Word Count; 453] [ Synopsis: As stated, Ambrosisus kicked out at Eligor, and at that particular time, Eligor had avoided the other stallion's hooves from coming down, but did sustain a slight blow to where his tail and buttocks meet. Swiftly Eligor moves forward and turns again to face Ambrosisus, watching him intently. As he watches Ambrosisus slip and stumble in the mud, he begins to charge again but not at full speed considering the slick surface beneath his hooves. Eligor charges head on at Ambrosisus, creating a distraction and illusion of sorts where at the last second he actually swerves to the left, close enough for their sides to brush. His teeth seem to aim for his backside, but are another distraction and actually not an attack, and while he is side by side with Ambrosisus, he kicks out his back legs, aiming for the back of Ambrosisus's front legs. Injuries * Right shoulder is a bit opened and bloody, will bruise quickly. * A cut where the tail and buttocks meet. ] ”!!” |
