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03-11-2017, 07:10 AM
It was a call greatly familiar to the flaxen physician.
The battle cry and vibrant stomp of his eldest brother was a bellow he had heard many a time, especially as a colt. The tops of grassy dunes had been their battleground, imaginary ships and the ghosts of make-believe comrades littering the beach front. The noble Captain Greenthorne versus— oh, what had Bart called himself? These memories were made far too long ago. How Tilney had loved his visits to his brother. As a colt, it had been the summer adventure by the seaside he had looked forward to all year, and not because of the brilliant sea wind, not even the cheek-grazing kind. Nor was it because of those wondrous summer nights, the ones spent under the light of nothing but campfire and starlight. It was because of brother Bart. The challenging cry echoed within his mind, and so did the memories. Rewinding and replaying, flashing and laughing, he tried to continue his day-to-day greenhouse duties. With the string tied from Bartholomeo's mind to his, however, it was becoming impossible. With a great snort and a stomp of his own, the ginger man chewed nervously on his lip. He had much to do... but he could not let this challenge go unanswered. Only noble Captain Greenthorne could fight Black Bartholomeo. ...Black Byron? Barty Black Bone?... And so it was with an excited huff that the flaxen father burst from the greenhouse, his cloven hooves sending him through the conifers and darting over cinnamon fern until he met the devious pirate in the very center of their homeland. Skin laden with a fresh sheet of shimmering perspiration, Tilney gave a powerful snort in his brother's direction; one to echo throughout the dust and summer breeze. "We meet again" He growled, a smirk soon to follow. For old time's sake; that was the doctor's excuse. The glimmer of the blade hung from the branded man's chops gave Tilney the shivers, though it also greatly excited him. It had upped the stakes greatly from Captain Greenthorne and Bad Byron's last precarious encounter. "You seem to have gathered quite a collection of weapons there-ahh... Captain Bad Barty?" In truth, Tilney had no arsenal of weapons; only his horns. The ginger one would not let this scratch over his confidence; he had a reasonable chance, as inexperienced as he was. So it was with a grunt that Tilney expanded his lungs, stepping forth upon his left-front hoof and begun his approach. The ginger gent kept his sharp crown low as he thrust his weight towards his center, bounding with great power towards his opponent in an attempt to ram the pirate in his right shoulder. It was his plan to pierce the painted one's skin with his tines and bruise him upon impact; perhaps even send him flying if he caught him too unnawares. His breathing steady and cautious, Tilney begun his calculated assault, attempting to crash his impressive set of antlers directly into Bartholomeos shoulder. attack 1/3 words; 489 summary; Tilney attempts to ram barty with his antlers in the right shoulder by lowering his crown and approaching at a great speed. damage; none yet
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Wander or Leave
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