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Posted by Slv. Voraer on February 4, 2009, 2:37 am, in reply to "[THREAD] in midget form" Voraer, ah, well let’s just say he didn’t handle things well when they involved his weaknesses. He was not, despite what he told himself in the mirror every morning, the best around or the strongest. He wasn’t the biggest either, hell he wasn’t even big. Stocky, but not tall, not really ‘impressive’ if you got any vibe off him initially it was simply that he should be avoided – but not because of fear, just because it was easier that way. He wasn’t the crazy knife swinging, candy giving kidnapper at the corner of the liquor store on dark night Tuesdays. Nah he was crazy Johnny riding a flaming lawnmower to work on the highway going 40 and flipping everyone off with his dick. That’s just a gay you try to avoid, or beat up, maybe a bit of both. ~|___| I'm dynamite |___|~____________________
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Some part of Voraer, the fragile, deeply hidden part, knew he was not so indestructible, so badass as he led everyone to believe. Explain this to him and he would vehemently deny it, listening as well as any deaf kid might. It was hard to change the stallion, he was set in his ways since the day his hooves shot out of his dam’s back end. His element suited him, as fire usually suited its wielders; he was destructive, a force rather than any sort of individual. He simply was.
But when the truth smashed him across the face, when the truth pricked his oh so coveted pride, Voraer could only back into a corner and come at ya fists flying. He didn’t like having his good morning mirror smashed, revealing the weaker hatchling cowering behind. Voraer was simple. He was stupid, there really was no better explanation than that; he had a significant lack of a thought process. He was strong, but not as strong as he pretended, and not as strong as he’d ever like. He was loyal to a point of idiocy and brave to a degree of stupidity.
Voraer was actually relatively calm, for him, when Sterling admitted he wasn’t a kid but instead a pansy. There were two reasons for this. One, Voraer was intensely pleased he’d proven Strandwolf wrong, and made him admit he was indeed, not a kid. Two, Voraer may just not realize the complete implications of the insult ‘pansy’ after all, he didn’t think he resembled flowers much at all. And the fact Strand admonished him for getting so worked up went in one ear and out the other. Control; everyone always lectured him on that, it still hadn’t gotten through to him.
”Nah, just means I’m ready to fight.” He grinned broadly, his anger gone as quickly as it had come. ”And I’m holding you to that, we’re fighting asap.” Maybe not gone completely, but definitely replaced by a less furious, competitive edge. ”And give ‘em hell at the mountains, ####ing cock suckers.” Voraer snarled at the idea of Andarin, pitying the stallion as much as Voraer could ever pity.
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