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the call[leyra spar]

Archibald the Dauntless Posts: 386
Absent Abyss atk: 6.0 | def: 9.5 | dam: 8
Stallion :: Equine :: 18.3 hh :: 10 years HP: 80 | Buff: SHIELD
Loretta :: Alaskan Malamute :: Time Slip Time
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His intentions of breaking her horn were damaged, but he did manage to tear off part of her ear. His hooves were dangerous, not because they were sharp, but because they were large, hard and had a lot of power behind them. Archibald's Clydesdale blood graced him with exquisite muscles, powerful and deadly with the amount of training he has put in. At three years old Archibald was beyond his time. Calculating, cold, detached from his emotions. He moved like a machine, programmed to cause pain and pain alone when in battle.

He took no pity on the inexperienced mare, and even snorted a bit when she pulled some hairs out of his feathers. Pah. Archibald didn't understand why a mare with such little experience would battle such a staggering opponent--it didn't matter if she was brave or quick, Archibald had experience and strength on his side. The mare hadn't even utilized her speed well, and Archibald knew to keep this up close and personal. No pity, he would battle her. He hadn't intended to fight unfairly, but now he had no other choice.

Archibald felt Leyra's hooves crash into his shoulder with his new position of ramming into her. A bruise, he thought, how cute. Narrowing his eyes Archibald bit at her exposed jugular as she loosened her neck muscles. Archibald continued to press his body into her's, keeping his head tucked under her's to protect his face from her horn. She must look awfully silly with her horn flying in the air and a large stallion pushing into her shoulder and chest, biting at her jugular.

Wilder would have pride in Archibald, after all, almost everything the black stallion learned he had inherited from the war-torn white Pegasus. His oldest brother was a warrior, too, and had passed his skills and knowledge to Archibald. Mandrake had helped, too, knowing many things about battles and quick murders. All of his brothers had the basic skills of a warrior, definitely able to defend themselves and take an opponent to their knees when need be, but Archibald truly held a vast cavern of knowledge that he brothers did not when it came to fighting. Wilder and Mandrake saw to that, Archibald would redeem Mandrake’s dreams and keep the pride of her sons up.


[ Word Count: 383 3/3 | Leyra managed to kick Archibald's shoulder because he kept his body tucked into the area of her shoulder, chest and under her neck. He bit at her exposed jugular and kept pushing his body weight into her, hoping still to knock her down or tire her out. While he is pushing he is still biting at her jugular. ]



Messages In This Thread
the call[leyra spar] - by Archibald - 08-21-2012, 12:34 PM
RE: the call[leyra spar] - by Leyra - 08-21-2012, 04:26 PM
RE: the call[leyra spar] - by Archibald - 08-21-2012, 04:51 PM
RE: the call[leyra spar] - by Leyra - 08-21-2012, 06:54 PM
RE: the call[leyra spar] - by Archibald - 08-21-2012, 07:46 PM
RE: the call[leyra spar] - by Leyra - 08-21-2012, 09:13 PM
RE: the call[leyra spar] - by Archibald - 08-21-2012, 09:50 PM
RE: the call[leyra spar] - by Official - 08-25-2012, 05:09 AM

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