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Posted by Strandwolf on November 10, 2008, 4:08 pm OOC| Just because Strandwolf did indeed win that fight for Althea, I wanna start a new thread if that's alright with you. <3
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My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out
Suicide commando that your momma talked about
King of the 40 thieves and I'm here to represent
The needle in the vein of the establishment
Pride? Not quite.
Happiness? Not the same, no.
Highly self-confident, dignified, puffed up and completely drowned in my excitement? Sounds about right, it does. Of course, the wounds I had been delivered were enough to cause subliminal suffering- the jarred ribs in my cage'n all, including the torn muscle in my front leg, and the scorched, burnt flesh on my stifle. Therefore, they suppressed my jolly old nature somewhat- not that I would have been prancing around like an insane foal before bedtime. No, preferrably I'd be quite silent, well-mannered and caring of my pride. I didn't exactly want to give it such lee way that it would have all sides vulnerable, and thus have four times the chance of being struck and hurt. I concur, however, to the fact that I was glad of my win, though the word doesn't run off my tongue precisely in the way I feel; it doesn't describe the feeling as approximately as others possibly could. I am just a big bundle of comedy and tragedy, though I like to keep my head in the game one way or another.
I had won.
Caramel dun could probably be glimpsed through the trees in the glade of Desreal as I marched my way soldier-like into the centre of the dark area. I recalled my, honestly, interesting conversation with that mare... Her name.. Althea. I actually remembered it; most of the time such extras, such leftovers, are not important unless it is a prerequisite for something bigger i nthe long run. This, in fact, could lead to something bigger, could it not? No. Not my style. Immediately such thoughts were disclosed from the bodily structure of my mind; instead, I carried my pillars forwards more, their dark leggings almost vanishing in the darkness as I stepped into a dragging shadow. My caramel skin melded with the dreary sunlight and mixture of shadow as I entered a clearing- the same clearing in which I had discovered the snarky, sarcastic mare. Althea, in her chestnut beauty, had immediately sprung up discord between the two of us, and yet somehow that created an interest in which I couldn't forget. It was not available for such dismissal- no, it was chained down into the corner of my mind, locked behind sealed metal doors that only she could access, leaving me helpless unless she was here. It was an odd sensation- almost like she could hear my thoughts, though truthfully, with her rank, she could do no such thing.
Still, it was there, the feeling of... Attachment, perhaps? However, my mind had been groping other matters for quite some time, and I limped ahead a couple more steps before raising my crania to the sunlit sky, calling out with solid baritones, "Althea! I won! Would you come now?" Whether or not is was awkward for the chestnut mare I called for, all I knew was it was the most obscene thing I had ever spoken willingly since I was, what, a child? I was going on seven years, and I hadn't spoken crazily since I was practically born. But then, after a moment's hesitation of thought and wonder, it almost sounded.. Nice. Like she was coming. Coming home. Coming with me. Honestly, it was a difficult thing to chew, let alone swallow- but I'd figure it out. For now, I lashed my tassels, wincing and sucking in my breath as the singed flesh on my stifle bubbled and complained. The area had become red around it, and the hoof marks would probably forever scar my body, just as my cross scar on my shoulder would. I was to be marred with physically brutal signs of my Class, and that was how it was. I found it quite nice, in the aftermath, to have proof of what you have done, to have fought for something. That was my style, entirely.
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