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 Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 10:24 am
Failed.
He huffed and shimmied himself as close to the tree as he could. Yes he was covered in blood, but actually probably 75% of the blood wasn’t his. It was the wolves that he completely butchered nearby. He left the area where they were in case other animals came to eat them. But sadly he was also a target once more because he was going to attract the meat eaters. Some life he was living. Maybe it was time for him to rethink on some things before he ended up dead.
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2011 8:24 am
 Crusnik didn't go out of her way to help others. Not that she was a mean or anything. But she was just out on a walk, she resided with her parents most of the time. Her brothers seemed to have left and didn't look back... It made her feel a little bit lonely. Not only that, she wasn't the best at making friends.
The mare wandered down the path and she had to stop when she saw the stallion off in the distance. She let her silver eyes move over him, and then she decided to carefully approach. He could be the attacker...
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 7:49 am
The large stallion looked closely at the mare that was approaching him cautiously. He didn't find her threatening so that was a good thing. he didn't want to have to fight off someone else. It was getting to be a rather old and boring thing for him actually. He was getting tired of ending up wounded and scared from each and every struggle he was in. He didn't like it and more importantly it was getting to be annoying to him.
"Are you willing to help or just stare at me?"
He asked her in a cocky way giving a snort. He was still a monster even when he was injured, but not as bad as when he isn't injured.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 2:34 pm
Crusnik looked down at him. She tossed her hair from her face. "If you're going to act like an a** then I'll just leave you here to bleed to death. Doesn't effect my life any." She said flatly, and plainly. The mare didn't sugar coat things... Something she never learned from her lovely mother. She was more like her father in that sense.
As she shifted her muscles flexed and her pelt glistened. The ornaments on her horn swung back and forth. Helping him meant they she might end up getting involved in something... Not only that, what if HE was the bad guy? The more she thought about it the worse the idea sounded...
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 12:33 pm
“It’s how I am. I’m an a** and if you can’t take a little banter thrown at you….how do you get through a day?”
He snorted at her and usually bullied everyone not caring if they were a mare or a stallion. He was a firm believer in everyone being equal. He watched the mare carefully wondering if she was going to heal him or just stand there looking at him and his wounds. She was pretty interesting looking, but beyond that she was a typical mare.
“Look…All I want is to be healed…Do you have a name?”
He asked her tilting his head to the lest side before cringing a little bit at the pain that shot through his body when he did so.
“I’m Gabriel…”
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 11:19 am
She didn't respond right away, the urge to just leave him there growing. She must have received that side of her from her father. But her mother would never forgive her for leaving him there. "My name is Crusnik."
She rolled her silver eyes and as he cringed she leaned forward with her horn and started to work on healing him. She forced hard, since she was only half unicorn.
It took about five minutes for his wounds to begin healing, and she sighed lifting her head. When he introduced himself, she took note of his name but turned to the side. "And now that I've done your request. I will be on my way."
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 10:33 am
Gabriel watched the mare begin to leave from his side and couldn't help the shake his head made. He didn't really want her to stay all that much, but she was very different then most uni's he had met before. She had a kind of rustic gothic style around her and this was something that made him curious. "Perhaps we could meet again in less unfortunate circumstances. Your look interests me in an intellectual way. Perhaps we could talk more about it another time?" He asked her feeling a little annoyed at himself for wanting that kind of interaction with a mare. He liked learning no matter what it was. "Unless your too busy?"
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