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Post by Evil Crazed Monkey on Nov 14, 2006 21:12:40 GMT -5
Enchanted Storm walked into the valley and whinnyed happily. This was his chance! "I declare this land mine!" he said in a clear voice.
I must now find mares, he thought. As he looked around his new land, his heart swelled with pride. He could actually make his own herd.
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Post by wayward on Nov 15, 2006 11:32:52 GMT -5
San haruba has already claimed this land
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Post by wayward on Nov 15, 2006 15:47:23 GMT -5
Daggers dug deep into the ground of her new home, flinging the sod clods far behind her. Hindquarters propelled deeply, towers moving at a rate so close to dangerous, but she remained upright. The stride that belonged to the femmora San Haruba was not a light, barely touching the earth skimming stride, but a deep and angered one. A trail of dust and patches of missing grass told the story of where she had gone, and anyone could tell where she was going.
Thoughts buzzed in her head rapidly. How dare they? HOW DARE THEY?! was her main thought, but Who do they think they are? also joined in, along with thoughts of how angry and mad she had become. After living in a herd where she was treated with disrespect and injustice, she had been more overjoyed than ever before to have a place all to herself. Just her, and what other femmes she decided to let join her later. But these brutes, they had the, the, insolence and idiocy to try to take that away from her? How truly sorry they soon would be, that is assuming they could still feel emotion by the time she had finished with them.
Her chassis was not built as a normal vix's was, all light, airy, and graceful. Hers was stocky, compact, and powerful. San was short in stature, that was true, but she was well exercised, and knew perfectly well how to handle her body. She had the air of confidence that many others lacked, which made her stand out even more. That confidence now, however, had been turned into pure rage at the two czars who thought they could just ignore her, brush her off to the side, or even possibly deem her their's!
San Haruba moved out quickly, body forced into the fastest, hardest speed it had, which matched, or bettered most titan's. Her orbs were normally brighter, and filled with knowledge and mystery. Rage and annoyance filled them now, clouded into her chocolate seers. Nares were taking in breathes heavily, not so much from the hard pace she had set, but more from her trying to calm down, and not lash out with full force at the next thing she saw. Auds were pricked to the full, awaiting another attack or to tell where the initial brute's voice had come from. She neared them, she could tell by their sounds.
The fire femme did not slow, on the contrary she sped up, aiming right for the stags, she could tell now there were two. San Haruba was a sight to see, sweat pouring from her, orbs filled with rage and hatred, pistons pounding the earth they had declared "theirs." San kept her pace at its full blown steaming rate until the last second, in which to stop, she waited till she was almost touching the two brutes, the reared tremendously, not for long so that she would not be exposed, but enough to release some rage. When she landed, her body steamed in the morning light. Breathes were coming short and hard, but none the less she spoke, in a whisper, but one filled with hatred, that slowly escalated to a scream,
Leave. Now. The both of you. Who do you think you are, coming to the land I have laid claim to, and claiming it for yourself? This was supposed to be a haven from your kind, and I don't mean idiots, I mean stallions, though they do make up most of the idiot population. If you value your lives, my suggestion is for you both to leave, and now! LEAVE!
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Post by Evil Crazed Monkey on Nov 15, 2006 16:23:21 GMT -5
Enchanted Storm reared high, his powerful forelegs striking the air. He pinned his long ears flat against his head and bared his teeth. The severe anger at this mere minx built up inside him. Did she really think she, of all poor minx's, could take on two powerful stallions. Did she really think that a meer femme could rule this valley? His orbs glazed with rage and he glared down the petite minx. He then said in a severe deep voice, "You dare challenge two stallions? Well, I advise you back off, unless you want to be blood ridden for the rest of your life!"
He tossed his head, and looked to Zaphod. He then turned back to the minx and glared at her, piercing her gaze. Slight snorts were emitted from his nostrils, flared beyond belief. He braced his long slender legs and lowered his head in a signal of challenge. His orbs narrowed and seemed to blaze with the fire of the spirit and strength he held inside him. His bright palamino coat seemed to reflect the rage he held in his fiery gaze. His well muscled body seemed to be the hugest thing in range. He then went back to his normal position, with his head raised. He said in a voice, deep and conflicted with anger, "Do you accept our challenge?"
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