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playing with ice [d'Art]

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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D'ARTAGNAN

the NIGHTSHADE

d'Artagnan was looking for Kou, again. His dual pools of vibrant blue and dull brown scoured through the Basin and to it's edges. Split hooves shuffling through the scattered snow as the smells of clear winter left and a richer scent of Bird Song ascended. The foul mood of the Nightshade returned quickly, the sun was leaving for the horizon and beyond, evening casting it's blushing gaze across the melting North. Night would come swiftly and the shade had yet to find his Nurse and it was with annoyance that he stumbled across Bacchus stood in front of his leaky cave. Badly timing his invitation of sparring for d'Artagnan was in just the mood to split someone up the middle. The rules of a fair fight would hold him accountable for any fatalities, if the boy couldn't stand his ground he would surely die with his killer holding no regrets.

So it was with pumping blood and pounding hooves that the Time Mender charged for Bacchus, not bothering to reply as horns angled to the slave's neck, snow churning in his wake sending up a flurry of white. The mountains watched on as impact neared and d'Artagnan veered outwards to slice, glass maybe sharp but impaling with such tender material was not the best course of action. Aiming a follow up move to slam shoulder to shoulder, the dun slave a mere 14.1 in the presence of the red murderer who stood a great many hands higher.

Hoping he had claimed his target in one blow, he allowed his pace to slow to a canter. Taking time to turn back and lay eyes on his enemy once more. Nostrils flaring and red ears erect, listening for an attack should he not have been successful. The shade's mind, usually so colourful in thought now held images of blood and flesh. The rancid smell of decaying bodies as he stood victorious above them. Madness slowly took a hold and a craving to feel a hornless heart stutter and falter in the arms of death, pink was the sun that bleached his coat redder.

[ w/c :: 351 | 1/2
ooc commentary :: d'Artagnan wordlessly accepts the challenge of Bacchus and charges straight for the side of his neck. Baring both horns aimed to slice, he also attempts to barge into him as he runs past. Taking time to turn back once his first attack was completed]



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Messages In This Thread
playing with ice [d'Art] - by Rapha - 12-08-2012, 09:50 AM
RE: playing with ice [d'Art] - by d'Artagnan - 12-10-2012, 06:43 PM
RE: playing with ice [d'Art] - by Rapha - 12-21-2012, 03:40 PM
RE: playing with ice [d'Art] - by d'Artagnan - 12-31-2012, 06:49 PM
RE: playing with ice [d'Art] - by Rapha - 01-11-2013, 04:59 PM
RE: playing with ice [d'Art] - by Official - 02-25-2013, 12:41 AM

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