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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



Snow turned to slush and in turn the green rolling Foothills appeared before the cantering d'Artagnan. Who breezed past the quiet land with a thoughtful expression, wondering what sort of strength they had now. Since the last visit paid by his sister, he had heard little from the land with it's now changed leads. Was their silence an indication of weakness? An intriguing thought and one he would explore another day. For now he emerged into the Meadow, a flash of purple and the squelch of mud continuing as sooty legs began to show patches of crusted brown. His rhythmic thud ploughed on into the deep dark forest, a shiver of joy rippling through his body at the chill it gave. The memories of lost souls and the eerie feeling of being watched by restless ghosts of a bloody battle. It fuelled his lust for blood and his morbid desire to kill. He had a tendency, the red Time Mender, to delicately fluctuate between sanity and the deliriously insane. Once calm, d'Artagnan could command an army. However, lost to his own delusions of shrill screams and the slow running rivulets of blood, he was useful only as much as a madman could be. To create chaos.

A child's laugh pierced his gruesome thoughts and a predators gaze fell on Cera. A colt of only a few months, sooty beige in colour with patches of alabaster and crowned with growing feathered white wings. d'Artagnan glowered and lowered his horn with a ringing in his ears. A purple liquid dripping from his antlers, deadly poison, pointed now at the young pegasus. Emotionless, he launched into a powerful gallop and aimed his sharp, brown swords at the jugular of Cera. Mind so cold with a devilish intent to kill.

"Die." Was all he said to the child as he neared. Birds flittering away from their perches with chunks of moss flying at his charge. The spirits of the forest, hanging breathlessly awaiting another death. Another poor soul to join their wailing ranks, this one already wearing the halo of an angel.

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Messages In This Thread
Spot of Gold in the Shadows | Open - by Cera - 12-17-2012, 02:37 PM
RE: Spot of Gold in the Shadows | Open - by d'Artagnan - 12-20-2012, 07:41 PM
RE: Spot of Gold in the Shadows | Open - by Cera - 12-20-2012, 08:25 PM
RE: Spot of Gold in the Shadows | Open - by Midas - 12-21-2012, 09:37 AM
RE: Spot of Gold in the Shadows | Open - by Sierra - 12-21-2012, 05:26 PM
RE: Spot of Gold in the Shadows | Open - by Cera - 01-03-2013, 07:54 PM
RE: Spot of Gold in the Shadows | Open - by Midas - 01-05-2013, 12:47 PM
RE: Spot of Gold in the Shadows | Open - by Sierra - 01-05-2013, 07:21 PM

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