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 Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 10:18 pm
Avalanche caught the bunching of muscles in his peripheral vision and span so fast he stirred up dust. Ears flat against his mane he reared with a battle cry on his lips. Of all the insults! Well it was time to draw the line. Unfortunately for dear Voltaire he was too dense for it to be in anything but blood. After some squeeling and many chunks of hair flying as Avalanche sixed up his opponent, the grey appeared to get his measure. Striking with his hooves he battered Voltaires ribs not breaking but giving him sizable bruises. The clincher would come but not yet. If he were to fight he might as well get some excersize too.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 10:52 am
Kill him! was his first instinct, but he did not have the taste for death today. Feeling the difference of his ribs, he felt a little lightheaded. Enough of that though. Hooves were something not to be messed with, especially the one of a stallion's. Doing a little maneuver to avoid any more causalities for now, he kept a somewhat safe distance away to think over the situation. His eyes were tired, but seeing gray, his nostrils flared and lowered his head to show his horns, something he barely used.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 8:47 pm
Avalanche eyed him and thought. He eyed the horns which were sharp and pointy enough to delve deep into flesh. That was if Avalanche couldn't mar the other enough to avoid the counter attack that would follow. This meant injuring him deeply. Avalanche quickly thought over the likely places that wouldn't permanently injure him seriously. He settled on the thigh. He thrust forward with surprising speed and slashed his teeth along the blue flank. He opened up a wide gash that would pain Voltaire and give him a nice scar but not too deep to warp the muscle beneath. He would weaken from blood loss but would not die and would recover soon enough. Hopefully with point taken. Avalanche snorted and stepped back, alert for a counter attack but was also waiting to see Voltaires reaction. Avalanche hadn't really wanted to injure the other stallion...but he had asked for it..multiple times.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 11:00 pm
How odd he was! No other stallion had ever dared to face him once his lowered his horns. Injured at almost two of the same places, the pain surged quicker. He was getting weak, but that did not have to mean that he would be left as the loser of this battle. Flaring his nostrils, he did what was instinct. Charge forward and attack whatever possible. With that, he charged forth, ignoring the blood on him and rammed his head to Avalanche's chest, not creating a serious wound, but one that would take a few quick days of recovery.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 11:04 pm
Impudent scum! Avalanche swore in his head. Pain blossomed in his chest and blood drained onto his silver coat. He took deep breaths and outwardly remained calm besides a slight twitching of his tail. Whereas inside he screamed. He looked into Voltaire's eyes and struck out sharply with a hoof. He was not yet too weakened by his wound whereas the other had had time to bleed. He sneered at him. Their vengence pooled at their feet.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2012 12:36 am
It was like if time stopped completely. He felt frozen, unable to move after striking Avalanche. His wounds worsened, where the charge opened the delicate bindings on the ribs. He was now in terrible pain, but did not want his opponent to know. Rearing up once more, he gave a battle cry. Once his shrill over over though, the stallion collapsed, unable to move with eyes scanning the other stallion. Kill me now! his eyes screamed.
Never before had he felt like this, worthless, defeated, OLD.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2012 9:31 am
After that display Avalanche had thought for a moment this stallion was made of sterner stuff then flesh and bone. And then the blue fell over. And Avalanche could now pant in pain with peace. He stared into Voltaire's sad eyes. "NOW do you get my point? You are a good fighter we could use you, but there will always be someone stronger and weaker on both sides of this war, which is why we must not let our guard down under any circumstances.
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 10:26 am
His ears were ringing everytime that Avalnche spoke. His pulse was getting back to normal since the tension between the two was now over. He was broken. "The Six ... they, we shall rise once again." he coughed. Attempting to get up, the pain crept into him again. He'd have to remain down here for the sake of it. "You in fact, have a different way of fighting than how I'd seen most."
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 11:11 pm
"Less bluster and more action? Well yes, I do. I don't particularly like the use of such violence to prove my point but when I need to I will fight." He curled his neck down to lick at his still bleeding chest. Yup Jeppe was gonna scold him something aweful for this. Apparently only Jeppe's coat could get covered in blood. Avalanche was supposed to be clean. Aw well, occupational hazard. "Now Voltaire, on to buisness. Who do you believe to be our biggest threat on the opposite side, and who do you believe to be our biggest threat to ourselves on our side?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 11:51 pm
His eyes narrowed.Why was he asking him for whom he thought were weaknesses of their alliance? He thought, wondering if it would be wise to spill out any names, but he didn't mind. It wasn't him who was going to get exiled anyways. He already was!
"There is a few I know of..." he said eyes locked onto Avalanche's. "...there's some around these lands that are who I believe are 'spies' to the north, living south with us, but always disappearing or simply refusing to learn our ways." As a hair from his man was about to get in his eye's way, he blew it away, watching the curls fly back.
"Their rulers of course!" he hissed with hate. "That king of theirs and that grand azrein of there's with the wings." He did not know the other stallion's name, but had heard stories about him during his colthood from his mother. "With those two around, their followers will see light, and we have to force the dark over them."
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 1:20 pm
"Ahh, very interesting. Thank you for your insight. We are not without our own spies of course. For instance did you know that Valdien your winged stallion of loathing died. However he had a son called Lord Varian who took his place at the King's side."
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 7:13 pm
Aha! So the beast was dead! Joy ran into his bloodstream once again, but not enough to lift him up. "A son, huh?" he thought over for a moment. "Does this Lord Varian of theirs have any other family? Possibly outside of the kingdom?"
His eyes narrowed. "You on the other hoof, seem to know tons of information about this. Are you one of these spies?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 8:54 pm
"Not that we know of. For instance we have no idea who Valdien's mate was." Avalanche said. He watched the blue stallion who was still prone on the ground and was happy that he was still strong enough not to be the one on his knees.
Avalanche snorted. "No, of course not, I'm simply the stallion all the spies come to. I am just under the six in rank. Its not an easy burden as you would imagine. But with the right underlings and partners I make do. Avalanche thought fondly of his psycotic mate and smiled.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 1:41 am
He rolled his eyes, snorting in disgust. No known mare? "Say, tell me about these 'partners' of yours. I, myself, have been living in a constant annoyance of my herd members anyways."
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 10:23 am
"Well I really only have one. And his sweet insanity, keeps me sane as if that makes sense. He is my mate and my friend. Without him I probably would have cracked a long time ago. Oh a word of advice, don't piss him off. You might not live to tell the tale. His...scruples about fighting are much less then mine."
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