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    "Now for the final round ladies and gents! The defender, Provocateur, ridden by Lance, against new and upcoming rival, Berkley with his stallion, Hellfire!" The audience looked on at the Medieval jousting tourney in suspense, waiting and watching the scene unfold. "Riders, begin!"


    The charge.


    The rippling of muscles in every powerful stride.


    The shriek of agony.


    The silence.


    Provocateur played the scene over and over in her mind, bolting from the scene. She had stared into the bleary eyes of a dead horse. It was her fault.


    She had charged. Lance had gone for a dirty play. Now a horse was dead.


    The hulking friesian galloped as fast as her long and powerful legs could take her, far from the gore, far from the humans, and far, far away from the life she once embraced as her own. Provocateur could never return. Ever.


    The femme rocketed like Seabiscuit shooting out of the gates, finding herself delving deeper and deeper into the ominous, eerie forest, which happened to be only a couple miles from the tournament. The sylvan gradually gave way in time to snow-laden ruins, which surprised her. How could she not have known about such a place before? But, the equine could only run for so long before the gnawing feelings of defeat and grief caused her to buckle her knees to the ground. Besides, her armor was still quite heavy and making a ruckus. The giant and intimidating dark bay Friesian collapsed, trying to bury her head underneath some leafy foliage in shame.

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] A lack of prey in the territory was enough to render anything edible as food. Barg had eaten squirrels, tree bark, boney snow hares, sickly elk and now as the hungry wolf ambled down the mountain with his golden eye keen on finding a meal to give to Ophelia and the rest of the clan, his gaze befell what he assumed was a downed yet very armored horse. The metallic scent of blood wafted off of her like fog, shrouding his senses and causing the male to become hyper aware. It was horse blood scent and yet, upon closer inspection, the scent was almost faded, not fresh like it would be if the fresian was wounded herself. Barghest stopped in his tracks as he watched her wallow in the leaves, obviously alive and pondered the thought that perhaps the pony wasn't feral or a human pet. She certainly didn't seem like she meant to be on Boneclan territory, but one could never be too careful. A kick from any horse was potent, but one the size of this one could disable him permanently. The deputy assistant, gentlemanly as ever, cleared his throat, watching her hooves intently for any signs that they may raise up and attempt to maim him.


    "Excuse me, miss," the wolf rumbled, ebony fur swaying in the frigid mountain breeze. "Are you hurt?"


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    [color=black][font=georgia][glow=black,2,300][size=26pt]SERACLETONA ✝✝[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing:4px; margin-top:-14px][color=black][font=georgia]shephard - angel - boneclan[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px][justify][sub][color=black][size=11pt][font=georgia]Seracletona had always loved horses. Why? Well she really didn't have a single clue. Perhaps how they looked? Or even just the strength in which they held. However, the pretty canine, not wishing to scare away the seemingly frightened creatures, trotted over slowly with a small and a light bow of her head. After all, two canines couldn't be a lovely greeting to have. [/fancypost][align=center]
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    [size=7pt]Slowly, the large horse raised her head, her rounded black eyes meeting a pair of pink optics. Provocateur hesitated. "I'm.. Provocateur, and no, I don't believe I'm hurt. Thank you for asking." Not wanting to terrify the animals with her size, she stayed seated. Should she have gotten to her feet, she would have been at least five time the average cat's height, easily. "I fled from my humans and headed here, in search of cats and other animals, like you. I've heard rumors from the barn cats at my old stable of a group living here. I think I'd like to join."[/size]

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 410px; margin-top: -10px; font-family: arial; line-height:100%; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify;] the sound of genji approaching was heard, and the tiny little kit topples over, running right into his adopted mother. after a few moments he would lift his head, warm green eyes huge. "who you??" he squeaked, looking the horse over with an awed look. "dragon?"
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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify][size=8] Genji's inquiry made him smile and thus he offered the kitten a small,"Horse," before addressing the situation further. He knew Lydia had said they were "infamous" but Barg wasn't quite sure how far their circle of influence reached. Hell, he wasn't really away humans lived around the area, but if a horse Provacatuer's size could manage escaping out here, alive, in such weighted armor, it was likely they didn't live far. Ah, he'd bring it up with Reyna later. "Well, we'd be glad to have you, if you would just give us your name," the faintest of brittish is accents caused Barg's speech to resonate with a thick and blanketing warmth,"My name is Barghest Glory-Candela, one of Boneclan's high positions known as a Skull. How far off are your humans?"


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