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 Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 7:55 pm
As dense as the stallion seemed to be, when told to run and seeing someone change with a pelt on their back - someone did it. Unfortunately, he was as slow as his wit and so when the female swiped at him she, indeed, hit.
...And Mint Candy screamed like the little girl he always assured himself he wasn't. Oh, how the mighty had fallen! He was being attacked by a female. He was a stallion! He was supposed to be stronger, better, faster. They were supposed to fall at HIS feet, not he at theirs!
"You BIT me!" he screeched, backing up and turning his head to look at his shoulder. See, now would be a good time to utilize those things called legs and run - but he was a bit too much in shock and his ego had finally shattered into a million tiny pieces.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 7:58 pm
"I told you," Desdemona said, her voice thick with the growl she couldn't quite keep back,"to run. You are not running." With a sharp, battle squeal, she spun, and struck at his hide with her hooves. "I am a Skinwalker, stallion... and that means that you are my prey. Get to running." It was an order, clear as day. "If you do not run, I will make things oh, so much the worse for you," she said in a sing-song voice. "Do you want to hurt?" she purred, thinking that he would very much rather not. "Or do you want to get away." She didn't want him to get away. Oh no. That would not be as... amusing.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 8:04 pm
The mint colored stallion, all sparkly and beautiful except for that spot on his shoulder where blood was now welling, was too damned shocked about being bitten by a bloody female to dodge the attack of hooves. They struck his flank and he screeched again, strangled and appalled.
"Stupid female!" he yelled, "You're supposed to be WEAKER than me!" Oh, grasping at straws now, was he? However, as stupid as he was, he was still very fond of one thing. That one thing was actually living to bed another mare and so, as soon as he got it out, he turned and started to run as fast as his little legs could carry him.
Pride or not, it wouldn't do any good to have him be dead. Depriving mares of his company, pssh.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 8:09 pm
Desdemona caught up to the stallion easily enough, and planted herself firmly in his path. "How sad to discover that I am not, don't you think?" she purred, shifting back into her uncursed form once more. Perhaps he would be fool enough to think her less dangerous that way. "Now, do you still think I want you, stallion?" she laughed, taking in his completely bewildered appearance. "Could you possibly be foolish enough to think that you, a mere stallion, could seduce a Skinwalker, hmm?" Oh, but he could. Sadly, it seemed that fear had overtaken him. Almost, Des pouted. It really would have been more fun if there'd been more fight in him.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 8:14 pm
"It's your loss!" he tossed out, not completely willing to let his pride slip away into the cracks of the ground, never be found again. He was clutching to the pieces as though they were his lifeline, for surely, they were. Without his pride and his ego, he would just be another stallion and he could never, ever have that now could he?
To his credit, though, he wasn't going to let the fiery female hurt him more than she already had. She'd already landed two physical blows but the blows she left inside him were far, far worse. His heart was practically breaking! Really, it was! So, with what little dignity (which wasn't very much) he broke into a run again.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 8:20 pm
Desdemona laughed, tossing her head with amusement, and watching him run. Poor fool was quite slow, really. Perhaps it was the enormous weight of his ego that kept him from moving quickly. "Whatever helps you to sleep at night, stallion!" she called after him, taking great enjoyment from seeing how he feared being hurt by her again. At least he was not quite foolish enough to remain. She let him go, feeling no need to feed the chaos within. To what purpose would that be? If she let him live, he would no doubt spread the fear of her, and her kind whether he wished to or not. All the better to eat you with, my dear, she snarked to herself, her lips curved in a wide, iniquitous grin. Sometimes it was good to be evil.
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