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About me
I see, traveler, you have found my page. Welcome in, and don't be shy. My name is Philanian. If you have any questions please contact andiar.
I am a rather ordinary red peophin, and my life is not very eventful or exiting. I have been painted Christmas, which I feel is rather unsophisticated, and before then I was blue. My guardian then painted me red, though simple, suits me. If I were to be painted any color I liked I would choose royal, shadow, pirate or white. A combination of all would suit me best, but my owner is not rich enough to buy me all of them.
I'm rather fond of books and plushies. I also like special peophin clothing and I dearly want my peophin desperado mask.
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Philanian turned, tossing his head nervously. He had this sense that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what. His nostrils flared slightly, and his tail slowly churned the water. A shadow flicked past him and, with increasing nervousness he whinnied accidentally, peophin's instinct.
He felt the rush of bubbles and saw the malevolent glint of vivid green eyes. All the senses in his body told him to flee, but he held his ground, foolish, he knew. He tried to seem menacing, but compared to this massive, streamlined black peophin he was nothing more than a harmless colt.
The other peophin gave a deep laugh, tossing his long and wild mane and tilting his head to one side. Philanian caught sight of two twisted horns nestled by his ears.
Is there a reason you're here?" he asked.
What do you mean?"
This is my cove, obviously. And trespassing is not taken lightly."
I was quite unaware. I suppose I'll be on my way, then."
On your way? I disagree. As you were unaware I might not kill you, but there will be consequences."
Philanian knew what was coming. He darted up as the peophin lunged, narrowly escaping the sharp teeth. He was fast, but not very good at fighting, so when the black streak flew at him again, he fled, twisting away. He knew he should swim as fast as he could, but the peophin would most likely pursue him until he was good and dead.
He used his strong fin to slow him and turned to face the charging beast, hoping his inexperienced body would hold out, or some kind goddess of fortune would bless him.
The peophin lunged again, and Philanian struck wildly with his hooves, ears flat against his head. He hit flesh but the solid mass of muscle would not slow. He ducked down, shooting toward the rocky bottom, twisting to see the other peophin.
It seemed impossible, but there he was, a foot away. An unnaturally sharp hoof struck Philanian's shoulder and a red cloud blossomed. He lunged forward and sunk his teeth into the offender's neck, jerking his head back and ignoring the blows that peppered his body.
To Be Continued
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