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11-25-2012, 11:39 AM
Aside from the obvious differences of their species, one of the first things Crowley noticed was their size difference. There were those taller than even he in Helovia, but he still stood an impressive amount heigher than the Pegasus, at least with his wings at his side. At the grullo's retort, Crowley found himself failing to quiet his laughter. Freedom was not something someone should seek out in the Steppe, especially from someone who did not brandish a horn upon their head. He might have brushed the smaller stallion's comments off with hardly a second thought, but when the fool dared to step closer and open himself up as a threat, Crowley merely took his own two steps in advancement. The brindle would rather use his words on an enemy, as it always seemed so much more fun to see them in such confusion, but he feared this wouldn't be the case with this one. Not that he wasn't confident in his abilities. As a member of the Plague, no matter how new he was, he wouldn't allow for the skyrat's commandeering attitude. So when the grullo made it obvious he did not intend to be going anywhere soon, the brindle gave a sharp exhale at the other's words. "My name does not matter," he said in response, "As for my business, it is to cleanse the land of pests with wings like you." Without another moment's hesitation, Crowley charged at the Pegasus, his horns poised like a battering ram. If he could make a hit on the stallion's wings, primarily where they attached to his shoulders, then he had a chance to keep him land-borne and add him to the Plague's growing collection of prisoners. Word Count: 286 OOC: I promise it's nothing personal, someone just has a short temper ;D Walk Walk Walk "Talk Talk Talk." Think Think Think |
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The Weaver's Workshop
HP: 45
