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playing with ice [d'Art]

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
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D'ARTAGNAN

the NIGHTSHADE

d'Artagnan looked on at Bacchus with a highly amused expression. The blood of the slave dripping from his horns and turning the white ground red as the shade wondered if their pet that called himself Rapha had called for a fight just to flee. Eyes narrowed as the disgruntled looking dun finally seemed to make up his mind and wildly charged towards him. Folds of dark hair was lashed out to the side in a flicker of bored annoyance and the Time Mender began to shift his weight onto his heels, cloven hooves sinking deeper into the permafrost. "Is that it?! You may as well flee" the voice came with incredulous tones and hints of arrogance, his words a taunt in effort to get the slave to commit more.

Even as he spoke, with oozing power, d'Artagnan lifted into a rear to counter the shy looking nip. Split hooves staying straight as he aimed for the face of Bacchus, no mercy in those eyes that had watched the pain of others many times over, as life drained from their bodies. Even if he was just a slave, he would have to do better to impress the Time Mender. Weak warriors were not needed. Weak slaves might as well die. The enthralled smile never left his face as he touched the earth's surface, sooty mane falling scruffily on his lean neck. The Nightshade wasn't finished yet.

He lurched forwards into an attack and attempted to slam his body once more into the already injured Bacchus. Taking advantage on his sparring partner's smaller body, trying to over power him through sheer force alone, lips peeling back and teeth lashed for the slave's right cheek area. The blood he had claimed from his opponent before had now run down his horns and continued to dribble on his red face. He looked like an image of terror, the bad guy in dark tales told to children to scare them late at night. The murderer who was always just a few steps behind you, watching behind a corner.

d'Artagnan narrowed his eyes once more, face contorting into a hard stare. Sno deserves better than this idiot. "Fight boy".

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ooc commentary :: d'Artagnan defends himself against Bacchus' attack by rearing away from the nip and aiming his hooves at the slave's face. Once on all fours, d'Artagnan attempts to push his body into Bacchus and tries a bite to his right cheek]



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Messages In This Thread
playing with ice [d'Art] - by Rapha - 12-08-2012, 09:50 AM
RE: playing with ice [d'Art] - by d'Artagnan - 12-10-2012, 06:43 PM
RE: playing with ice [d'Art] - by Rapha - 12-21-2012, 03:40 PM
RE: playing with ice [d'Art] - by d'Artagnan - 12-31-2012, 06:49 PM
RE: playing with ice [d'Art] - by Rapha - 01-11-2013, 04:59 PM
RE: playing with ice [d'Art] - by Official - 02-25-2013, 12:41 AM

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