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08-14-2013, 02:13 AM
Dúchanar
Gather round, gather round , Ladies and gentlemen
Come from far, come from wide The moment you've all been waiting for Tonight Join us as we explore the spine-chilling mystery of death The morning was extravagant and the air was serene. The stallion was not one to really admire his surroundings but on a day like this there was not really much else he could do. With recently becoming a protector of the edge, Duch knew not to much about his "job" for say. The dark stallion was demon like, a skull sitting on his face. His eyes the color of the sky, a piercing blue that seemingly could look into someones soul. His wings were those of a bats, and his body, muscular and toned. Blood color splattered his canvas. A lone plate of armor covered his ivory face. Horns stuck out from the bridge part of his nose, the covering on his ears that seemingly that of an amphibians. It looked like a dragons face, no more, no less. Tipping his bat wings, a metal claw extender stuck into the brisk air. He could hear their hooves like thunder. He knew what was happening, weather or not he would accept it was the question. There had been some doubt in the stallions mind as weather this was really his home, or simply a place he just called "home" or if he was truly in debt to those who resided here with him. His eyes quickly darted around searching for the stallion who had become his brother. The stallion who was now a king. But he could not find the stallion by the name of Thor withing the midst of the rushing bodies. With a deep breath he extended his long muscular legs, his wings tucked in close to his body as he charged towards the horses that crept out of the woods like spiders. They were looking to catch their prey but Duch would not allow it. He had made up his mind then and there. He wasn't called a protector for nothing, and that is what he would do... protect his home. Dirt rose around him as he stopped in front of a silver mare. His eyes cold and staring into hers. A low growl seemed to form from the depths of his barrel. "If I were you, I would turn around before I rip that pretty little face off" his teeth bearing and his ears pinned back. His wings stretched out along side him revealing the silver claws that hung from each "finger" for say. Turning his body to the side he quickly lunged at her, his claws heading toward the soft part of her neck. Words: 418
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