camptown racetrack five mile long - private, saturninemercenary

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    What a feeling! The lass shook her thick and rippling neck just before she lifted each leg eloquently and placed the opposite down; a jog in place if you will. Today was a great day to run and she just felt it. She'd get both a good look at the place and a nice amount of warmth to her chilled body. Nothing could ever beat this, not even sugar lumps and she only got those on holidays. Ahh, sugar lumps. The way they melted on her tongue and left such a sweet and tantalizing taste that it boosted her speed if only by a second. She could go for one of those right now.
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    [align=center][font=copperplate gothic]S△TURNINEMERCEN△RY LEON K△MIK△ZE
    [size=7pt]battles dominated: 2 ▲ captures made: 0 ▲ information acquired: 0
    [font=times new roman][size=9pt][color=#aadad9][color=#d0c784]△     Of course, Penny wasn't the only one out running. Saturnine's new body needed a fuck load of work, pardon his language but Mercenary really didn't give a good gosh darn. He was weak, and he'd spent the last week - which he probably should have spent trying to mentally right himself - doing exercises and pushing this body to it's limits. He should have cut back on it quite a bit but hell he'd continued until he'd thrown up the day before.


    And then there he went, zip right past Penny in about a second. A giant grey-blue mass shooting through the sand, and then there was just a wave of it as he turned around. Jogging and never stopping movement, the cerberus of the sea quickly went back to face Penny, all four eyes narrowed. "Race me." He demanded it in a bark, "Hell I'm faster than you, so race me." After all, why not? He was going to get something productive out of it.


    [align=center][spoiler=tags][size=8][font=copperplate gothic][color=#aadad9]Basic
    Saturninemercenary ▲ 14 Moons ▲ Male ▲ Darkclan ▲ NPC x NPC ▲ Hell-Kraken


    Powers
    Super Strength
    Elemental Pelt


    Bodies
    Hellhound x Cerberus x Kraken


    Battle
    Brass Knuckles and Giant Hook ▲ Mentally - Literally Nothing ▲ Physically Hard ▲ Ask to Capture + Maim + Torture ▲ No Kill ▲ Attack in [color=steelblue]Steelblue

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    Race her? She hadn't had a race for a solid two days. The last time she had raced a squirrel and anyone could determine the outcome of that. So naturally she put her best foot forward, grinned a shiny grin, and gave the quickest bob of her head she believed she had ever given. "Okie-dokie!" She would not challenge his claim for everyone had their own speeds and she had no clue if he was faster than her. Surely there was someone out there like those who won at the tracks who could beat her youthful spring.




    Picking out a pair of trees she shuffled over between them and looked back to the dog, was it dogs? It was so hard to tell whether all of his heads had one mind or shared the same one.
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