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 Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2011 3:15 pm
The minutes rolled by as the hound spent it on its side and unconscious, an it didn't stay that way after Jove came over to try and provide CPR in his own special way.
Damien let out a groan and opened one half opened eye toward the canine classmate, not really paying much attention to the bits of patchwork flesh wiggling over his prone form on its quest back to the main body. "ello Jove, is it dinnertime?" he asked wearily, thankful that the field was no longer spinning like some kind of carousel.
Any chance of having a few quiet minutes to recover were thwarted by the sound of solid hooves coming closer and a rather irritated voice made his ears cringe in pain at the sound. Just what he wanted to see. More horses. "uh, yes?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 4:06 pm
The horse in question quickly changed back to a very angry looking boil (?). Calder placed his hands on his hips and looked down at the boil on the ground. "Do you have no manners! Don't you ever try riding anyone again without their consent. That boil could have kicked your skull in and he would have been completely in the right! Do you want to be a ghost? Undead? How about fertilizer? I hear the botany class might be up for some fresh corpses this year." He glared at the boil on the ground.
"What were you even thinking?! Your stupid stunt made that boil run right through my friend. I DON'T LIKE MY FRIEND BEING TURNED INTO CONFETTI! "
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 4:47 pm
The last thing that Demi wanted to hear was the angry whinnying of the other horse boil that he saw in the other classes.
Wait was it a boil? Well, there was a way to check but, he wasn't going to go that far. He'll be called a tentative boil for now
EIther way, the hound now out of his sleepy stupor put his energy into sitting up and checking to see if all his bones and limbs were in the right place. "Yes he could have kicked my skull in, exactly why I didn't try to get off while Tro was galloping!" he barked back, trying to defend his point of view. Tro was fast, and heavy footed and boil, did it look intimidating from his point of view.
He glared right back at the hoofed student, frankly he was wondering why he was up and about now after the tackle that Christof managed to pull off. Even if he was in pieces, never unliving down his humpty dumpty nickname. "For jack's sake I was trying to get him to calm down long enough for me to slip off and for the record I wasn't riding him, I fell on his back." he finished with a pout, embarrassed by his own folly and what ensued.
"Instead of scolding me, check on your friend, isn't that more important?" he argued back before checking Jove's tail as best as he could from the sitting position his body could barely managed. "How's the fluff Jove, still wagging?"
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