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Post by cammy on May 5, 2006 19:14:15 GMT -5
The darque brute entered at an easy two step, dial bobbing. He would save his energy for the match against alliances.
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Post by White_Rider on May 5, 2006 19:15:52 GMT -5
Esso slowed to a walk as he neared the other colt.
{Ready to lose dark one?}
His white body glimmered in the day sun and his one black leg shone clearly agianst the dry browness of the terra.
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Post by cammy on May 5, 2006 19:17:03 GMT -5
You wish. he hissed. Once around? Chain slashed at his barrel, and he halted, every muscle tensed and ready.
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Post by cammy on May 5, 2006 19:17:47 GMT -5
( it wound be more realistic if poisonum won since he's alot older...)
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Post by White_Rider on May 5, 2006 19:18:25 GMT -5
(k)
Esso nodded readying himself.
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Post by cammy on May 5, 2006 19:20:40 GMT -5
Go! yelled the brute, and he took off, speeding about a length ahead of the young colt. Dial pumped easily, muscles rippling and contracting and extending under his glossy colt. Blades pounded the sod, and he ran easily. Poisonum glanced back, looking at the other.
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Post by White_Rider on May 5, 2006 19:23:49 GMT -5
Esso was right behind expanding and contracting his leg muscles right on time.He fell back a slight bit and he pushed his shorter legs to try to stay even with the oldeer colt but he fell back a few horse lengths.
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Post by cammy on May 5, 2006 19:26:55 GMT -5
Poisonom ran easily, appendages gathering, stretching with ease. He slowed from his lightning speed to allow the colt to be around his hindquarters, and he was only just about cantering, for he had longer strides, longer legs, and better endurance than the yearling.
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Post by White_Rider on May 5, 2006 19:29:10 GMT -5
Esso galloped hard straining to gain the stallions neck he made the first curve easily but strainded hard to stay near th other colt.His speed slowly faded and he felll back well behind the colt until he slowed to a canter.
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Post by cammy on May 5, 2006 19:32:04 GMT -5
Poisonum rounded the first turn at an easy trot, appendages curving and straightening in easy rhythme. But suddenly he was off like a rocket, 6 lengths ahead of the colt, pumping his dial. But that speed was only momentary, and he slowed to allow the colt to catch up, for now.
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Post by White_Rider on May 5, 2006 19:33:09 GMT -5
Esso bloted again running head on fast he g matched the other colts strides for while and then slowed a bit sticking to his hindquarters like glue.
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Post by cammy on May 5, 2006 19:35:26 GMT -5
They were nearing the finish. He matched the colt's strides easily, and slowed to the young brute's hindquarters, and then he speed up again, just to taunt the foal. He rushed ahead 1 length, still bored.
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Post by White_Rider on May 5, 2006 19:39:35 GMT -5
Esso burst ahead slowing as quickly the pair neared the finish line.He fell back behind Poisonum's hindquarters a few eet happy with loosing.
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Post by cammy on May 5, 2006 19:41:40 GMT -5
He speeded to a slow gallop as they finished the race, and then abruptly halted, looking over the other colt. Barely a bit of sweat had broken over his pelt, but the other seemed winded. Perhaps if they had been closer in age they could have been evenly matched.
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Post by White_Rider on May 5, 2006 19:47:13 GMT -5
Esso breathed heavily as he came across the finish line.He was fine and had long legs built for racing but he did not have the stamina the other had.
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Post by cammy on May 5, 2006 19:48:53 GMT -5
Good race. he hissed, snearing. He turned to leave.
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Post by White_Rider on May 6, 2006 8:30:56 GMT -5
Esso turned to leave as well beginning to walk off in the direction of his uncle's terra.
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