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[JUDGED] cavalier youth

Déodat Posts: 174
Absent Abyss atk: 3.5 | def: 10 | dam: 7
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17 hands :: 12 HP: 67.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Odette :: White German Shepherd :: None Minx
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déodat,

The Blood Prince was hungry, a hunger that couldn’t be satisfied with food. No, it was deeper rooted. It had been far too long since he had tasted of a weaklings blood. Many months had passed since he felt the sword of his enemy penetrate his flesh. He was an agitated tiger trapped within a stone cage. Alongside this agitation was an unquenchable rage. Someone or something had to taste of his wrath or he would surely burst. The rage pent up inside was growing with each passing second and couldn’t be contained. He moved with a deadly grace. The very expression written upon his face could kill with a single glance. His eyes revealed the very fire within his soul.

Around him the cavern walls began to grow decorated with vivid stones. Déodat paid them no mind as he continued on forward. The scent of another filled his nostrils. It was foreign and strange. He stepped toward them, his hoofbeats echoing off making a soft clip clop sound. A short distance away stood an equine, a piece of hornless filth. At the creatures side was a scaled monster. Such a shame proud beasts like that would tie their souls to the polluted blood of equines. Proud creatures deserved so much more. They deserved the pure blood of the unicorn, untainted by the blood of birds, and without the defect inherited by equines. This creature was proud, that much the Blood Prince could see. Whether his strength matched his arrogance was to be seen.

Déodat snorted and pawed the ground slowly, and he gave out a snort. If his opponent was to give a show, so would he. The Blood Prince gave out a loud neigh, a battle cry, a song of raging passion and wicked bloodlust. An excitement sweltered up beside the rage. Blood would be spilled and the prince and the rodent would clash. Unlike the Basin, which had shown its weakness, the Blood Prince would rise above and grind his opponents bones to dust and make the sky rain blood instead of rain.

For a moment he simply waited to see if the opposing brute would take the first strike. When none came, Déodat seized the opportunity. With a burning hunger in his eyes he lunged forward. The sound of hoofbeats rang throughout the air alongside his soft breaths. Slowly he lowered his horn, and as he drew closer to his opponent, he thrust his head upward in an attempt to slice up starting at the other stallion’s breast.

"Speech speech speech"


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1. Déodat lunges forward and tries to slice upward beginning at Tyradon's neck.]


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Messages In This Thread
cavalier youth - by Tyradon - 02-21-2014, 05:12 PM
RE: cavalier youth - by Déodat - 02-21-2014, 10:43 PM
RE: cavalier youth - by Déodat - 03-01-2014, 12:17 AM
RE: cavalier youth - by Tyradon - 03-01-2014, 05:11 PM
RE: cavalier youth - by Déodat - 03-01-2014, 10:58 PM
RE: cavalier youth - by Déodat - 03-06-2014, 01:44 AM
RE: cavalier youth - by Official - 03-15-2014, 11:48 AM

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