Author:
Malo
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Date Posted: 14:09:06 01/26/02 Sat
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Raven orbs smirk a taunting victory as Malo fights with Liberty, backing a slow step at every thrashing attack. Black blood intwines with the ghostly paleness, his own teeth too bringing blood off Liberty. The taste of red blood drives him, no control in the savage beast as he lunges, 'gain and again. As the fight continues, evil one seemingly oblivious to pain as he is crazed into further ruthlessness, he leads Liberty away from Winds Of Rapscallion. The fight rages on for minutes, each attack bringing more ebon blood 'pon Malo's pale hide. Twisting from the stallion now, darkened bloody legs churning, bringing him closer to Des and farther from Liberty. Haunting figure adds darkness to the storm, ears uprick'd in all his anger. Frantic breaths of hot rage are thrown to the mare's neck, ivories tearing the flesh of her as if she were Liberty. Evil spanish one turns, her blood 'pon his lips, attempting to drive her away from Mount Enchantment, into Ceneri di Nerezza. The pain of liberty's attack was throbbing through his neck and back, unbearable and closing in 'pon his breath. Death was not fresh in his mind, 'twas something else.
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