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Post by Pink Rose on May 8, 2012 21:53:41 GMT -5
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RULES:
2 Posts
2 Attacks
1 Dodge
The sun was just brushing against the hills in the distance. It sprayed out pink and purple hues across the cotton candy clouds, making the sky burst with color. The birds were just beginning to settle down and quiet their young. The night animals were just awakening, to them the night was just the beginning. One could just make out the tiny stars twinkling in the distance as the moon began to crest over the horizon. The wind was dying down as well, leaving Raziel to stand alone just outside of the lands he had just challenged. Anticipation crawled along his buckskin pelt as his daggers propelled him into an easy-going lope. Despite how relaxed he looked, on the inside he was burning with the same feeling of despair he had felt before every fight.
Why did everything have to result to this?
The stallion could just make out the typical bent and crippled trees that surrounded the cleared area. Death. The area smelled of death and destruction. Desperation was what brought him here and he prayed to whomever would listen that he would never step foot in the place again. Dirt crumbled underneath his hard hooves while leaves broke apart as soon as they dropped from the trees. Hell. The place looked like it had just come out of a horror story and Raziel did not intend on staying in hell too much longer. He had to get it over with. With that thought rolling around in his mind, he cautiously stepped into the area and couldn't help but suppress the snort of disgust that came from his slightly parted maw.
A cold chill wound it's way around his legs and froze him in place. His past fights had been in a place of horror, yes, but nothing like this. The place was sandy and the destruction was wide spread and simply not much to look at. It was a desert after all. What Raziel was looking at was a death pit. But then again what else had he expected? Upon hearing hooves behind him, he slowly turned around to face his opponent. Raziel swallowed quietly, staring coldly at the stag. "I suppose we'll get this over then eh?" He purred. Winking, he trotted backward to get a good gap between them before commencing the battle. "May the best win." He barked gruffly.
There was a slight pause. The wind completely died, there was no sound at all, the top of the sun was gently brushing against the hills painted in their background. Raziel eyed his opponent eerily before rushing forward without uttering a word. He raised himself up on his hind legs and attempted to bring himself down hard on the stallion's hindquarters. It would surely leave a nasty mark and terrible bruising if it hit, plus it would make mobility a difficulty. The stag had chosen the move wisely. Going for the jugular vein was not only easily dodged but pretty much a death sentence for anyone. Raziel was no murderer, he just wanted the lands after all. Even still, desperate times call for desperate measures.
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Dodges (0/1)
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