Despite my injuries

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RAGE
"Call me the furious king."

Carcass moved slowly across the plains of Midnight Acres. I had to take it easy or my broken ribs and cuts would take a turn for the worse. Orbs scanned the area, looking for potential friends to hang out with and enemies to avoid. I wasn’t in the mood for a fight. I was just here to relax and find some equines to mess around with.

Ribs burned with a fiery of hell trying to escape trying to escape from the cracks of an abyss. Grey carcass strolled casual towards a tree, hind legs planted firmly on the ground, front legs in the air, allowing a neigh to escape my kissers. Front legs fell back to earth; back legs kicked at the ground, letting dirt fly everywhere. It was unusual of me to be so odd but I felt funny at the moment. I lowered myself to the ground in a laying position, awaiting someone to arrive.

The Character of Use: Rage
The Words Spilt: 0157
The Color Used: Red
The Comments of the Creator: I AM NOT NORMAL!

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BLIZZARD

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Russian roulette is
not the same without a gun
And baby when it's love, if its
not rough it isn't fun

Pillars extended infront of my thin, yet muscular bodice. I moved at a slow trot, for i couldn't move faster without paining myself. My injuries were healing, but my light chestnut coat still suffered a few harsh wounds and some bruising. i tossed my cranium, falling to a walk as my leg clicked, sending shooting pain up into my chest. With a sharp inhlae, i blew out slowly, scenting another close by. Harks gently pressed against my skull as i rounded the corner, seeing a stallion; nostrils flared and i caught the faint scent of my father. with a high pitched squeal, i danced forward with prancing steps. Keeping my mocha opticals on the brute infront of me; showing an angry posture. So your the punk who fought my daddy huh? Boy you have guts." My wolf like, catty tones rang out into the clearing we were in and i picked up a flowing pace, dispite the pain i circled around the stallion, brushing my body up against his, much like a cat would do to its owner. "Rage. Isn't it?" I asked, blinking at him then sliding to a graceul stop; being careful not to slip on the frosted ground.

Character: Blizzard
Status: complete
Word Count: 228
Comments: they will get better


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RAGE
"Call me the furious king."

Orbs scanned the little filly in front of me. She reminded me somewhat of Blair, only younger and another daughter of Chaos. A low chuckle escaped my kissers as she inquired of my name. Forelegs raised me from the ground so that I somewhat towered over her. Orbs lowered so they stared her in the face, I began to speak my words slow and clearly.

“Who’s your daddy, little girl?” he asked her sarcastically, he knew who her wretched father was.
“My name is Rage, and you are?”

This filly was a potential enemy. She could go and get Intrepid and get him killed. Thoughts ran through his mind, should he run from this tiny girl in a desperate attempt to save his own hide. No that would risk being called a coward, and if Rage wasn’t one thing it wasn’t a coward. Orbs scanned the area, looking for a way to get out of this awkward conversation.

For some reason this tiny filly frightened me. Whether it was because she was in fact a female or that her brother was Intrepid, I was unsure. Feeling rather angry I backed up a few paces, and stepped forward two more. Blizzard would probably count that as being a coward, me backing up, and I wouldn’t stand it. Ears pricked up at the sound of rustling in the bushes.

“What the hell?”
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The Character of Use: Rage
The Words Spilt: 0230
The Color Used: Red
The Comments of the Creator:

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[lynx'']

BLIZZARD

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Russian roulette is
not the same without a gun
And baby when it's love, if its
not rough it isn't fun

The corner of my lip curled into an amused smirk as he attempted his rear to tower over me.A wolfish cackle came from my parted maw. "Tower over me all you want, Rage I'm not scared of you, you filthy light." Thin, yet somewhat muscular neck extended from its curled postition as i attempted to latch my strong jaw onto his throat. Side-stepping carefully away I arched my neck and kinked my tail, giving a small buck. His words made me let yet another amused snort come from my flared nostrils. "Don't play with me fool. I don't take too nicely to timewasters." I snarled, clacking my pearly whites in his direction, this time, not meaning to touch him.The atmosphere grew tense, this only made me more excited. This fulyl grown filth was scared around me? Me of all horses? I was only a year old, but already feared by many, already been on the battlefield, already scarred. As he became alert, my attention turned to the bush where the noise was coming from and i sidestepped away fromthe stallion and towards the bush. "Are you scared, darling?" I mimicked his sarcastic attitude and ventured closer, waiting for something to happen.

Character: Blizzard
Status: complete
Word Count: 229
Comments: sorry it took so long, busy time in RL


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RAGE
"Nothing but an old warhorse."

I snorted rather loudly. This little filly was rather rude especially for a daughter of Chaos. Compared to her she made Chaos look like a light hearted fellow. I figured I would never ever gain Blizzard’s trust after what I did to her father. If it came to blows I would just let the filly pound me.
I wasn’t about to go down that rode again of fighting Chaos or worse Intrepid. Grey carcass lowered my self to the ground. Orbs looked the filly over. She seemed strong but I knew I could resist most of her blows. Softly I began to speak to the filly.
“No need to be scared of me child. Oh so you don’t like me do you dear? Scared of what?”
I wasn’t about to show fear to Blizzard. She would go to her father blabbing about how she had frightened me. Then I would be the disgrace of Midnight Acres. It would be foolish to be frightened of a little filly. Still she scared me a little, being a daughter of Chaos.

The Character of Use: Rage
The Words Spilt: 0178
The Color Used: Red
The Comments of the Creator:

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BLIZZARD

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Russian roulette is
not the same without a gun
And baby when it's love, if its
not rough it isn't fun

Brow furrowed to reveal just tiny mocha slits as pools and a low hiss escaped my pursed lips as he spoke. I reversed and half reared, spining around to face him on my hind legs before slamming my hooves down into the ground and stalking up to him, gently, but firmly headbutting him; opening my jaw and running my shapr fangs over his muzzle, hard enough for him to feel the pain they could do, but not enough to cause damage. "Like i said; i'm not scared of you, why would i be...i suppose you think your clever huh big boy...fighting my father. Personally i think your just big headed." i danced away from him, down his left hand side, stopping at his hind and snapping up a hindleg, kicking out and tapping him ever so gently on the hock. again, this was just a warning of what i would do if he treated me less than the princess i was. "What do your wenches think of you now then? How many live in Sunset meadows?" I somewhat teased him, playing with him desperate to make him step out of line or turn sour on me.

Character: Blizzard
Status: complete
Word Count: 222
Comments: =O not my best...i'm hungry


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