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04-01-2013, 08:54 PM
WE'RE ALL ARCHITECTS OF OUR OWN PRIVATE HELL
NO ONE CAN HURT US LIKE WE'VE HURT OURSELVES Warblers and robins sang their morning songs as the first sun of Orangemoon arose from its bed on the horizon. The light cast brilliant shades of reds and oranges across the ocean waters, a magnificent view if one watched the spectacle from the sheer cliffs lining the northwest corner of the World's Edge. Of course, the view was not as great from here as it was whenever the sun was turning in at dusk, but Destrier did not feel it wise to be locked in battle so close to the cliffs in the cover of darkness. Like the pull of waves below him, the Friesian's mind was already working, wondering what sort of opponent he would be against this time. With Smoke, he had had to work much differently than he ever had before. The painted grullo clung to the strangest of tactics, running away after every single attack; it was quite an annoying process, considering her much lighter and agile body, but the stallion had to compliment her for putting those advantages to use. It had been a difficult battle and he'd faltered more than once in his thinking process throughout it, but this time, he hoped he wouldn't have the same troubles. Turning away and putting his backside to the north, Destrier moved away from the cliffs and awaited his opponent's arrival. Paladin was his name, a member he knew little about, for he'd seen him only once during the herd meeting. From what he could recall, they stood similar in height, yet the black dun had carried a horn upon his brow while Destrier did not. It was sure to be an interesting battle indeed, and drawing to a halt nearly forty feet from the cliffs, Destrier waited patiently for his contender to step forward. [Paladin may make the first move if you wish. :3] "blather blather blather" |
You may attack and use magic on Des at any time for any reason.
HP: 66.5
