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Post by Halo<3 on Feb 16, 2010 23:39:17 GMT -5
CAN'T SPELL danger
The heavy chestnut stallion ambled in, stance none to threatening. He was quiet, not really enjoying being the center of attention, and avoided it at all costs. Anyway, he only needed the glance of one horse on him. He needed Tiarni. And he needed him now. Gooseflesh smirked and strode lazily, but confidently into the unfamilier land. Lifting hid muzzle toward the sky he took a deep whiff. There was little a smell that was recognizable. He couldn't pull out Tiarni's scent from the beaten path upon which so many fools had traveled. The stallion's footfalls ceased as he took a deeper smell. Still nothing. His gaze lingered on the rugged exterior of the cavern, then slid like a snake's gaze over to rough walls to the entrance. He began striding forward again, hooves echoing faintly on the stone ground.
The click of his hooves grew louder as he lofted into the entrance, blinding gems gleaming in the walls surrounding him. In a lax state of mind, Gooseflesh floated silently along the worn path. His eyelids drooped half way closed. It was hard to believe this big red horse could put up much of a fight, but despite his big-boned build, the stallion was light on his feet. He knew how to fight.
The draft cross came to a halt at what appeared to be the edge of the path, and gave a low, careful nicker, not wanting to alarm anyone yet. Any members of the current king's herd would dismiss the call. But Tiarni would investigate. It was his job, and if the black horse was too dull to look into a possible threat to his land and he, then he was unfit to be a king. Gooseflesh, or better known as Prince, was sure Tiarni could fight as well, probably had a good deal of experience in the matter. But what it really came down to in a battle was if you knew how to win. And that was one quality Prince definetly had. Oh baby, he knew how to win.
WiTHOUT anger, CAN YOU?
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Post by Nickyxxx on Feb 17, 2010 11:09:47 GMT -5
 Tiarni felt his body stiffen as he watched the intruder with careful eyes that drifted between him and Paparazzi, the mare who had found him not long since he had first claimed this land as King. He had not had chance to play his role for longer than an hour and already there was someone willing to take him on in a fight.
He glanced again at Paparazzi where his eyes lingered for a long moment, every thin hair on his dark hide twitched, twitched because he had fallen for her charm and beauty. There was no way he would give her up without a fight and if this stallion wanted one then he would get one.
Tiarni shifted his relaxed position into one that stood with amazing power, his thick neck arched and ready, ready for anything this horse was about to throw at him. Tiarni had won many fights before, faint scars on his well-built body proved it but this was something major, something where he would have to fight to keep what he really wanted. He glanced around the cave, at the glowing rocks and then to the speckled mare who he knew he had fallen for. Yes, this was what he wanted.
He pulled his attention unwillingly away from Paparazzi and glowered at the stallion. "I accept your fight, stranger. Maybe we should take this to where blood stains the rocks and the bones of defeated horses lie. I will not fight you to the death and I hope that you will not either. We will battle until one can battle no longer." He said this with a powerful voice, one he had not known he had until now, it suprised him. It was the voice he expected a true King to have but whether he was a proper King will have to be decided now. |
OOC: I'll let you move the fight into the Blood Pits? This is very exciting lol |
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