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Azrael leapt over Mat and attempted to land on him, 400 pounds dropping straight for his back.
Azrael took the hoof and jerked back from the impact.
"You're mine!" Azrael quickly shot his hoof out in an effort to grab his throat.
"You say these things. You call it a handicap, I call it not bringing a nuclear bomb to a hoof fight."
"I know plenty." He looked him dead in the eyes. "But you've yet to learn a thing about me. Were I to utilize my magic, you would die."
"Here's a plan. Refrain from dying." Azrael took off his coat, tossed it aside, and snapped his own horn off, grunting and letting it fall to the...
"Do that. I'm going to wait on our Liger cosplayer."
"Maybe they'll see what I do to him and back off."
Azrael nodded. "Indeed. Mat is not out here yet."
You should.
That's a weak way of doing it.
Yeah. Everyone but me stop posting so Ridley can get his beard back.
Focus. Focus hard. Grunt and scream.
[IMG] Green's pretty rad.
Azrael walked outside as she vanished. "Mat. If we're doing this, it's happening now. Off your ass. Out here."
Parents should raise their kids better, yeah, but that sounds a little excessive. Oftentimes, the parents don't know it's happening. Why fine...
It's a Friday that happens to- SON OF A *squee!*, RIDLEY.
[IMG] I do like black.
[IMG] What's this about blue?
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