<font color=white size=1>Guess Again</font> -- Castle-over-the-Ocean

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Date Posted: 17:46:58 05/22/02 Wed
Author: Deplion
Author Host/IP: 198.172.113.37
Subject: Guess Again
In reply to: [: Othello :] 's message, "[: Aquisition :]" on 15:26:42 05/21/02 Tue

..In Your Soul..
..Sleeps The Heart Of A Warrior..

At the loud proclimation from below, soaring highbred turns attention downward, curiosity being with male. An amused smirk crossed parched labrum before eagle-reminiscent wings fold, allowing the feline to dive downward at a breakneck speed. Large wings unfurl only seconds before impact, and a slight increce in altitude is given, before body is righted, and all four pads find the earth. Soft landing is made directly before opposing druid, stance tense, long, rear-most appendage flicking idly behind the male. With a single, challenging step forth, fangs unsheath from orifice, a threatening scream exiting larynx. Honey tinted body is suddenly flung through the air, razor sharp talons unsheathed, and embedding themselves within the flesh of the male Othello. Gaping maw is brought down upon the opposing�s thickly muscled neck, incisors tearing into tender flesh. Dark blood spurs from artificial wound, covering both the owner, and the attacker. Body manages to swing atop of the male�s spine, long daggers running through the male�s flesh and pelt, deepening, and lengthening the wound. Annexes unfurl suddenly, and grip is released, feathered appendages flailing and lifting the masculine upward, and off of the spine of his �prey�. Again, feet meet the ground, an amused smirk adorning features. Crimson hued tongue flicks forth and runs, at length, across bloodied lips, a low, threatening growl arising.

..Think Again..

..I shall have to remedy that..

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[> [> [: Putrid :] -- [: Othello :], 19:50:15 05/22/02 Wed (66.136.46.210)

[: Beast growls at the sudden attack, rage instantly consuming mortal brute as sticky crimson splatters across chest. Tucking chin across vulnerable jugular, brute dances, muscles quivering in anticipation, pain forgotten for the moment. Taking only a few moments to think up a hasty plan, full body weight is thrust forth, sent upon the flightful creature, mass meeting mass. Teeth become bared, forehooves lifting to flail against opponent, horns driving against flesh in attempt to tear it straight from the bones. Incisors meet flesh, driving deep in anger, a deadly vice. Whilst gripping, brute pulls back, forelimbs finding purchase upon the turf once again, teeth ripping at flesh, allowing skin to tear like leather. Tasting the sweet, metallic flavor upon his tongue, brute lunges backwards, skull once more tucked against chest, defensive stature taken on. Hooves dance against soil, having good leverage, yet agile and prepared to shift suddenly. Barrel swells with anticipation, muscles quivering beneath obsidian pelt like slim snakes. Idly beast wonders the reason for the sudden attack. :]

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[> [> [> Do I Need One? -- Deplion, 21:33:25 05/22/02 Wed (198.172.113.37)

..In Your Soul..
..Sleeps The Heart Of A Warrior..

Cruel smirk rests upon lips of masculine from opponent�s first strike to last. As first charge, a wicked yowl is sent forth, own body colliding with the antagonist�s. Switchblades unsheathe, and nails are forced into beast�s visage, keeping a tight hold. Jaws close harshly over nasal passages, and a sharp, jarring twist is given, drawing the life giving fluid from it�s hidden realm. Ringing taste dances haughtily through entire orifice, causing sky tinted optics to tear, and vision to blur momentarily.

Rival�s snapping jaws are no more ignored than his own, and a searing pain enters being, a loud, screeching yowl of protest ringing forth. Lashing fores had found the highbred�s dangling flanks. A long, bloody gash runs from top of thigh to hip bone, the surrounding pelt and skin drenched in the crimson red liquid.

Claws suddenly retract, causing the small, lithe beast to drop to the ground. A small amount of masculine�s weight is pressed against appendage, insurance that the limb was still functional. When such assurance is found, burning orbs turn to the enemy, an unwavering smirk still situated upon lips.

Second attack is taken with grace, for a far better opening has just presented it�s self. Tip of wing is allows to be taken hostage by the other�s blunt ivories, the searing of flesh leaving bone enough to send a mental curse through the smaller�s mind. However, retribution would be paid. Quick lunge leads the masculine to between the brute�s forelegs, a maniacal glint within feline�s orbs. Jowls part and forelimb is taken between fangs. Jaws are brought together in one, fluid motion, a satisfying crunch being herd.

Stealthy creature slips between mescaline�s legs, the creature wound be unable to attack at the current moment.

As distance is found, away from sparing partner, a pained wince works it�s way across the brute�s features, finding that, despite all the hype he has made for himself, he be not impermeable to pain. Injured wing and other fold down, and conceal the bloody gash across his right side. Despite this sudden realization, a quick, amused facet is set firmly into place upon features, orbs flaring.

..Need I a reason? In all truth, I find this land to my liking�As much, or so it seems, that you do. Continue on?..

..I shall have to remedy that..

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[> [> [> [> [: Bored with Powerplaying :] -- [: Othello :], 15:53:29 05/23/02 Thu (66.136.46.210)

[: Beast exits, seeing no need for foolish wars without justification. Finding it useless to battle agianst so set an opponent, brute meanders off, leaving unidentified creature to itself. :]

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