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08-17-2013, 02:10 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 He could still hear all the horses footsteps as they crowded towards one another. He used to love the sound of fighting. It used to be like birds singing in his ears. He used to love the taste of blood too. It was like the sweetest of grasses to him. It had been awhile since the quickly getting older stallion had been in a fight. He had fought Thor once before, and Thor had beat him in all honorably and by all means he deserved it. "Don't flatter yourself to much" he cut back quickly. His voice was emotionless and cold, just as always. As he lunged forward to cut her he felt one of his claws graze her neck. He saw from the corner of his eye her head thrown back, his other claws barely missing her. Her head quickly coming back down and lunging towards him. Her mouth was open wide and he could see every tooth that laid in her mouth. She moved quickly and with perfect precision. His feet crossed as he attempted to get away. But his open weeks made him a bit slower to step sideways. He watched as her head grow closer to his side. Her teeth sinking into the soft part where his wing attached to his shoulder. He let out a snort and quickly retreated his wing. He could feel the pain quickly jolt through his entire wing which made it a bit harder to move. His eyes narrowed on her as his hind quarters quickly turned away from her so he was now facing her head on. The last time he remembered taking a bite like that was from his father. It was a warning bite but still left him in more pain than necessary. But his one was from a fight. It might leave a scar, but honestly Duch wouldn't mind. He loved his scars. They showed character and somehow strength showing that he survived. His front feet quickly came off the ground as he reared up. Sending all his weight forward he lashed his hooves out in hopes to catch some part of her in their grasps. His head leaned low between his legs in some type of defense to shield from and oncoming attacks towards his legs. Words: 380
[Attach summary: Duch can't control his right wing as good due to bite, rears up and attempts to lash at Hana] 2/4
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