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Post by .r e e d. on Sept 28, 2008 9:30:46 GMT -5
Quixtant growled and reared. He came down with a thud, with a hold on Charm's shoulder, ripping it, causing it to flow crimson. Crimson flowed from his own wounds, not serious, but he was going to get this land. He whipped around and tore out a chunk from Burn before he could attack him. He slashed Charm's side with his front hooves.....
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Post by cutieq on Oct 10, 2008 16:09:47 GMT -5
Burn slashed out at Quixtant. He was a rougish stallion and very foolish. He wanted him out of this land. He wanted this ignortant stallion OUT. He again slashed out and reared at full hieght, then bit his rump and hered him toward the forest.
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Post by .r e e d. on Oct 10, 2008 16:33:58 GMT -5
{*Your powerplaying by the way*}Quixtant laughed at the little stag. He dodged all of his blows. Burn wasn't swift, and Quixtant knew that. As Burn came down, he saw his chance and caught him by the thoat, if he moved, his throat would be ripped to shreds. "Surrender, pitiful excuse for a stag, and I might spare you and your fae!" he growled. His ivories were very close to his jugular vein, and if Burn moved, it would cost him his life. If Charm tried to stop him, it would cost Burn's life. "One move Charm, and this stag dies. Give it up, you can't beat me, gelding." he spat the words like they were going to bite his tounge. But, they weren't.
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Post by cutieq on Oct 10, 2008 18:06:38 GMT -5
[Actualy no, I'm not, thank you. You are, because you hit me every time you try, and never let me hit you. Take the land. I'm quitting as this site is unfair and rude.
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