Subject: Malo |
Author: d e a t h ? !
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Date Posted: 15:32:26 02/12/02 Tue
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Ghastly steed retaliated, sides heaving in recovery of the wounds. Empty raven orbs looked to Liberty, a moment in his life where the uncontrolable rage hid itself beneath the raven wings. Malo stepped slowly forth, thrusting his muzzle ahead of him. Black blood smeared in stains all 'pon the body. Liberty had put more on his mind than rape. He now wanted vengance, blood, death. The sweet taste of death upon his lips. Malo lurched forth, snaking the spanish head back and forth in warning. Auditives were pinned, eyes wide and focused. He stomped preliminaries and warnings upon the earth, coming nearer to this Liberty. His teeth lached on to Liberty's crest, tearing back and forth flesh. Hair clogged his throat, coughs and heaves as he regained his breath. Malo was immortal. He felt pain, but death could not come upon him unless the heart was stopped. He backed from Liberty, circling the stallion at a canter, confusing him. Rushing forth again, like an attack, yet Malo whipped by Liberty. A worthy stallion, this redblood was perhaps the strongest he had matched, stronger than even himself. As his ribs were caven in and blood stained even the ground he walked upon, his vision was cloudy, he kept fighting until an overwhelming sense of focus came about him. He turned out of the terra, retreating fast enough. Although too weak to gallop, Liberty was in the same state as he; for they had both been fighting. Let Liberty be satisfied that Malo was leaving, for he would be crazed to hunger for more of the battle. And although the 'retreat' pace was slowly, Malo doubted Liberty could conjure up more speed.
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