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Churchyard Party. [Graveyard Ch. Déodat]

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
But with the beast inside, there's no where we can hide

Birdsong, the season of lovers and of life, the time for the dewy eyed and the colourful mass of flowers.

d'Artagnan hated it.

He rather grumpily stomped into the grassy field with a look of discontent as the birds sang and the stream bubbled away in the background. The morning was bright and the heat hadn't quite gotten to the sting of midday, but the rays were hot enough for the surly Doctor who much preferred the brush of cold snow against his fetlocks rather than the tickle of green grass. He was unusually dressed up, the Nightshade was one not normally interested in being ostentatious in his appearance, but a Graveyard championship sounded quite divine. So he put on his best Doctor coat and his bag was now strapped over it, all of it splattered in fake red blood. He looked like some wartime medic whose unforgiving task was to take off arms and legs that were no longer of use to the body. A medic gone wrong perhaps. Someone who was too transfixed on the spurting of blood, the dismembering of bodies and the thrill of a shrill scream of fear from his 'patients'. Out one side of his pocket was part of a stethoscope and in the other was a plague mask, the nose curving out the middle of his leather carrier.

He had, in the end, come as himself with just a little added obviousness to his character. Moon Doctor. Plague Doctor. Time Mender. His role had always been the same, heal your friends and murder your foes. d'Artagnan simply had more foes than friends these days and always, always, he hid under the pretence of healer. Though the Nightshade would have much preferred a bigger white coat as it snagged in his hair and rubbed against his sides. The more he pushed against it with his gait the more the seams slowly gave way and give him more of a shabby Doctor look who needed a coat a size bigger.

The show was to begin, however, the clock had struck ten in the morning and d'Artagnan stared with a huge smile at his opponent. Déodat! Cousin vs cousin! For all the friendly insults they shared together, the Nightshade was well aware of his relative's deft hand in battle, despite his fat backside. Aramis shifted on his paws, the hell born dog was stood ready by the shade's side and his markings glowed an ominous red. "Come on then, Noble boy. Show me you can move that fat backside of yours" he laughed through his little taunt, drawing on an old joke between them. It was then with quick speed that d'Artagnan threw himself forwards, hammering his cloven hooves through the damp grass and aimed straight for Déodat. His white coat stretching along his body as his stride widened and tore away the seams in places. When he thought he was close enough, the Doctor lurched to his right and bared his horn inwards towards his cousin. Hoping to slice the left side of his opponents neck.

Meanwhile, Aramis had his own plans. The hound had burst into Superspeed, sprinting easily past his white coated friend and got to his position quicker. With his blue tongue rolled out to one side of his mouth, Aramis aimed for a quick movement that might slowdown the brute that was Déodat and, with a beasts crazed like gaze, tried to wrap his saliva ridden teeth around one sooty right foreleg. Specifically the tendon.

"Champions of the Graveyard"! It had a nice ring to it the Nightshade had conceded. Enough of one for him to want to try wipe the floor with his oh so Noble cousin.

[OOC Graveyard Championships vs Déodat.
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-- d'Artagnan gallops forward and lunges to his right and tried to drag his horn down the left side of Déodat's neck. Aramis also attacks by using his Superspeed and attempting to bite into Déodat's right foreleg tendon.]
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