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08-26-2013, 09:06 AM
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Levi |
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A blood curling scream, pushed itself out of Talbot’s Pegasi thirsty mouth. Levi cringed at the disgusting, ear piercing, cry of the dog. Before he even realized why the dog was crying, Levi’s taste buds alerted him of a metallic taste traveling down his tongue. Levi was successful in his attack. The dog’s skin was ripped fleshly off and hanging from the grullo’s mouth. Levi spit coughing a bit as dog fur’s covered his mouth. With a snort he realized the weight being lifted off of his left wing, as the dog went scurrying and whimpering away back to his opponent. His wing felt damaged… like something was horribly wrong. A shooting pain was moving from his lower wing, where the dog had locked its daggers, to his upper wing. Feathers were gone and he tested moving his wing slightly to see if it was bearable to fight with. Ouch! The grullo thought to himself. There was no way he would be able to use his left wing again in the fight, or to fly away. Levi didn’t care though, he was going to finish this monster whether he was injured or not. Levi wanted to make sure that his opponent knew that he was not ever going to beat the throat and surely that he was not getting past Levi. Levi was going to make an impression on this stallion for sure. Levi was surely not accustom to fighting a dog, but he figured sure enough that no dog, especially this one, would never bother with him again. With a snort Levi dragged his front leg across the sands, indicating that he was ready for more. Hoof beats were collecting in the sands once again as Crowley made his way towards Levi. Crowley must have been upset about his precious companion’s injury. Levi grinned at the thought, as Crowley was arriving closer. Levi again leapt from his back legs, racing towards his opponent. His wings pressed against his rib cages, ready. There was still a sharp pain arriving from his left wing, but Levi was trying hard to ignore it. When Crowley had reached Levi his horns were pointed towards his figure, like swords. He arrived on Levi’s right side, slowing down at the last couple of yards, aiming his horns at the stallion’s barrel. Levi quickly twisted his butt so that he was facing Crowley, rearing backwards flailing his front hooves hoping to knock Crowley wherever he could. Crowley’s horns were successful in slicing Levi’s chest vertically from his upper chest almost down into his stomach. Levi squealed in pain as he felt the warm blood spill down his chest. Levi felt as though he was being cut with two knives which quietly slipped down the depth of his chest. Levi was not giving up so quickly. Pressing his hooves down back onto the sands, Levi raced towards Crowley, aiming for his right side. Levi threw himself towards Crowley, attempting to body slam his right side. If he missed, then he quickly opened his mouth, the grasp whatever he could, hoping to injure Crowley. Levi did not know what he was going to be successful in hitting or grasping, but all he knew was he was not going to give up until he won for the Throat. [PC: 3/4 MC: 1/2 @[Crowley] ] "Talk talk talk." |
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