Panda
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Post by Panda on Jan 5, 2009 3:30:24 GMT -5
Clandestine......
Large hooves churned the sand, as I moved along at a slow pace. I wasn't in any hurry to get back to Fosse de Sabel, and it wasn't the injuries that were making me slow. I sported a bite mark near the bottom of my neck, with dried blood around it, two tender hoof print-shaped marks on my right shoulder, and two tender hoof print-shaped marks on my rump, which were sore and tender, from the stallion that attacked me while I was too busy focusing on Kamenwati. I was pissed that I was caught off guard like that, but I soon retreated back up the hill, looked back down at the captured mare, the humans and their horses, and headed back. My rump and shoulder were going to be sore in the morning, moreso my rump. Dang, that stallion had power behind him.
My nares flared as I snorted slightly tiredly, and my tail swished at my flanks, swatting at the flies that were settling down. My ears flickered backwards and forwards, taking in the sounds of the desert creatures, and the soft sounding of hooves shifting sand. My icy blue eyes were scanning the terrain before me, taking in the sights of the shrubbery, sand, and the small desert creatures that darted out of sight. A sigh left my slightly parted lips, and I continued on a few more steps, before halting, sending a small shower of sand skidding out infront of me.
I craned my neck around to my left as far as I could, and set my icy blue gaze on the two, visible, tender and sore, hoof print-shaped marks. As I saw them, a low growl erupted from my throat, and I craned my head back around, and this time, I craned it around to the right, eyeing the two hoof print-shaped marks on my shoulder. They didn't hurt as much as the ones on my rump did, but they still hurt nonetheles. I raised my head up and tucked it into my neck, and turned my gaze down, trying to get a look at the bite mark at the base of my neck. Finding that near-impossible to do, I growled and lowered my neck, and turned my attention to the sandy terrain before me, staring out at it boredly.
Another sigh left my lips, this one tired, and I released a quick yawn, before moving along again, heading toward where I previously guarded the now-escaped prisoner, Kamenwati. Upon reaching the place, another yawn escaped from my mouth, and I lowered my massive bulk to my knees, before reclining down into a nice and comfortable position. Yet another sigh left my lips, and my eyes slowly fluttered close, and I drifted off into a light sleep.
OOC......
She's a bit tired from charging around, lol. xD
Embezzlement can come and get angry at her for letting Kamenwati go under her watch, lol, I won't mind. x3
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Panda
2 year old
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Post by Panda on Jan 23, 2009 8:50:16 GMT -5
-pokes- Dx
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Post by Forte! on Jan 23, 2009 18:08:28 GMT -5
((As I said, school was crazy this week. I had an essay test that I had to study for - so sorry I couldn't get to it earlier.))
The coward moved forth from his rightful place in the shadows. No longer did he hold his head up in the pretense of royalty, but instead walked with neck stretched and gait slow and long. His countenance was far from menacing, all of the fight seemed to have fled from the sinewy form that left ridges across the shifting sands. A wind kicked up across the flat and desolate dunes, and at once his prints were washed from the Earth, swallowed and devoured by some great expanse below. Now the head rose again, and dark eyes shone as if lit by the final sparks of royalty, and the stallion halted, nares flaring as his dark eye and it's steely flint met the dark form, shimmering in fata morgana light across the broken horizon. At once, the nose rose and hoof after hoof fell in a fast pace as the stallion broke into a long lope across the dunes.
Embezzlement halted his strides and came up at a trot, approaching this creature with caution. For a moment, anger rose like hot bile in his throat, but then, remembering his own cowardice, he swallowed it and stood still, simply staring at the bruised and battered form of his guard as she lay with the sands seeping into her wounds. The grit would keep them closed, but make them stiff, a dual boon and bane from this land. The closest he had to another stallion - fallen. And what had he done? Nothing. He had simply stared as the humans came with their paws and their beasts and made off with his prisoner. He narrowed his eyes slightly in the shame of it. Who was that dark beast who had attacked her, and why?
Embezzlement knew he had enemies. It was hard not to, when one had gained power so swiftly in these lands. But why would one attack his guard rather than himself? Perhaps the fool was a coward, as well, with too little honor to face the small pony with the big reputation. Then again, Bezzle himself held no honor to his name. He would as soon do something deceptive as something formal. The trick was to be wise about what you did and when you did it. Perhaps this dark beast had some brains. That would be a welcome challenge - Axel might be a brawny horse - but he was no Einstein when it came to planning. Embezzlement enjoyed a good thrill, to break the monotonous ennuie of life here in the desert.
He turned his eyes back to the guard, who seemed to be out cold, as if trying to decide something. To be angry was what she would expect - yet he had no reason to be. He knew that Clandestine had never fought yet - and how could she be expected to fight a beast who had the element of surprise? A look of resolution crossed his face. "I will kill him, if you want," he growled, eyes narrowing, "No. I will give you the pleasure of ripping his throat out. But he fought you unfairly, and so must we." He said, eyes narrowing slightly, his words just loud enough to wake the sleeper, he hoped. Gone was the air of the coward, and now a fire raged behind his dark eyes. What he had done was wrong, but he would atone for it with everything he had. He may be a dark - but HIS herd mattered. |
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Post by Panda on Jan 25, 2009 2:53:52 GMT -5
Clandestine......
When I sleep, it usually didn't take much to wake me. And when the sound of approaching hooves reached my ears, my eyes opened and ears swivelled back for a moment, before going forwards. I turned my head to the left, as far as I could, and caught a glimpse of Embezzlement. "I will kill him, if you want," A growl left his lips when he spoke, and I saw his eyes narrow. "No. I will give you the pleasure of ripping his throat out. But he fought you unfairly, and so must we." Snorting, I shifted slightly, preparing to rise, but stilled in my movements when I felt my shoulder and rump ache. A soft growl left my throat, and I prepared to rise once again, this time pushing the aching to the back of my mind. With an ounce of difficultly, I manage to pull my large bulk up from the sandy ground, and stood facing Embezzlement.
"He did fight unfairly; choosing to ambush from the shadows when I was distracted by facing off with the prisoner." I growled, eyes narrowed slightly. There was one thing I was thankful for being a draft for; my size, and the strength that came with it. I'd use it to my advantage. I've done it once, and I won't stop. "There's two good thing's about being a Clydesdale; we have size and strength. And there's no way in hell I'm letting him get away with fighting unfairly." I growled, eyes narrowed. My tail lashed out at my flanks harshly, and a harsh snort left my nares. I was serious about this. No way in hell he'd get away with it.
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