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Post by ~//Hock//.. on Mar 23, 2009 14:08:45 GMT -5
Masquerade
Hide your face so the world will never find you.
Masque felt ill at ease. With nowhere to call his own, his figured- Hell, why not take one over? With pistions thrumming his two-beat gallop, the white faced stallion ran himself to the place he felt fit to be his... His, yes. That sounded just right. With a proper air, the arab mutt held his head high, lips curled as an unappealing smell wafted over a distance. Mare... And a stallion- most likely the one who owned this plot. Well, being a bit fo a pot-stirrer, this would be a great place to begin. His jet black body appeared supple with muscle, his curve of his haunch as fearsome as the rip of his cry as he reared skyward, slashing time open with his powerful banded daggers.
"Come, you waste of dirt! Come you filthy vermin! Come so I may exterminate you like the pest you are!" He roared, making an almighty fuss as to attract the other to receivr his challenge, and maybe even beg for his mare and his life if he wished to.
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Post by ~*<3Des<3*~ on Mar 23, 2009 15:46:36 GMT -5
Joker Thee stag was next to his beloved mare then next thing you know it he standing right in front of the stallion that was mocking thee. His eyes narrowed as he asked in his booming voice What do you want with thee?
The stages dark eyes was forward he didn't dare to put them back unless he was trying to take something away from him. The stag snorted and tossed his hooves pawing the ground. The stag nape was sweating long with his stalks his black ungroomed mane moved with the wind like he was one with it. His green eyes was locked in the stallion he wanted to make sure he didn't try any funny stuff on him when he was not watching. Even if the he knew what he was here for he wanted to ask before he lashed his daggers out at him with the speed of light. Hello i asked what do you want with thee? This time he said in it a mocking tone to the stallion. |
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Post by ~//Hock//.. on Mar 24, 2009 8:00:41 GMT -5
Masquerade
Look around, there's another Masque behind you.
Masque was forced to wait, and until he noted the thicker scent of stallion, he was there on his way to him, not all too intimidating compared to the ebony and ivory fingure that stood to challenge. As the Fool spoke, Masque snorted incredulously. Thee? What the f.ck was he playing at?! "Shut up you stupid little maggot and get to arms!" He snapped, lips pulling back as he bore his ivories to the other, harks slicked back to his neck in anger. "Maybe if you put up a fight, I'll let your favorite mare or two join you on your expulsion form my new land!" With a scream of intimdation, he raised a forehoof to chest height and slashed at the other, bounding on his hanuches and single firelimb, yet intending not to harm, but to unnerve the one who called himself the stallion of the lands.
Mocking tone was heard as the other attempted to belittle him, whipcord lashing wildly. His voice went suddenly high and shrill, airy in a way, mocking him with an almost babyish voice, morbid from the fact he was usually a medium baritone. "'I asked what do theeeee want' he says. 'Thee thinks thee is so smart and witty'-" His maw dripped foam as he ground his teeth. "-But thee has no clue who I am!" His voice toppled down by patch, turning to a roar of fury. "I am Masquerade!" He bellowed. "I challenge you for this sh.thole you call land! I want it!" Head now shakign and tossing, he tucked his hind end under his body, freeind gth weight on his forehand in case of an attack, which would blocked easily with the mobility.
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Post by racechick on Mar 24, 2009 21:56:39 GMT -5
Roxy
The large mare heard the wailing calls of the stags, placing one of the voices as Joker. She stopped short, what was the other stag doing here? She shook her head, and continued on. The sound of fighting words seemed to get louder and louder. She wondered what was going to happen. She stopped where she could see them, but them see her not. |
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Post by ~*<3Des<3*~ on Mar 25, 2009 15:24:09 GMT -5
Joker The stag knew that he had said was kind of gayish but he didn't care. Man this stallion quite a rude and harsh one. Using word's will not help you in battle anyways if you think this is a sh.thole then why do you want fool? He grunted in the stallions face as his ears started to fall down to his skull. He was not in the mood right now to be yelling back and forth to a brain dead hot headed horse. I'm Joker as same for mocking what one says will not help much it just shows how brain dead they are. Leave my land i do not wish to fight with a id.ot like your self. He said angry to the stallion. He knew that brute was going to say something back but he didn't give a crap right now.
This stallion is not going to get his Land because he just earned for him and his mare. The stag looked like he was about to lash out at the other stallion but he waited for the right timing. His tail moved back and forth with the wind because the wind had sped up from dead to full gear. One of the gods must be mad about what is being said or done.Your Just all talk and no action .his eyes narrowed as the stags nares flared at the stallion his orbs seemed to have fire with in the stags eyes as he spoke to the stallion. Right now what was going thought his mind was Bring it... |
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Post by ~//Hock//.. on Mar 25, 2009 19:14:21 GMT -5
Masquerade
Every face a different shape.
Oh hell no. Oh HELL no! With a whuff of his nares, the monochromed stallion released a puff of carbon dioxide and stamped a white stocking flint into the cushy soil at his berth. Eyes dialated, whites flashing form unkind eyes, barrel sucking and blowing air as adreneline coursed through the brujo's veins. He of course would strike first, not the other way around, ignoring anything said by the fruu-fruu fool stallion before him.
"Wordy stallions piss me the f.ck off." He snarled with gutteral turth, not hesitating a second as he shreiked a twisted primal screech, haunches pushing off as Masque threw his built weight at the other's withers and forehand. Inscisors released in an attempt to grab and rip at the other's withers, his fore-knees aiming for a chest blow. Let the little sh.t's chesticles pop and swell for all he cared, as long as he was the ruling monarch of this land. He wanted it, and so he must have it.
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Post by ~*<3Des<3*~ on Mar 26, 2009 17:52:19 GMT -5
OOC://I'm going to reply soon as i can ! I'm very busy!
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