In their age, and with the time of Mandrake long gone, there were few days that the pair were truly bloodthirsty.
Unfortunately for the world--or at least the next horse to cross their path--today was one of those days.
The desire to continue to strengthen his body was heightened by the desire to watch another crumble beneath his power. The desire to dominate, to devour, to destroy vibrated through his body, making every nerve spark and spit with white-hot energy. Thick, trained muscles tightened and his impressive neck arched. A figure moved in the distance, and in an instant the Dauntless was charging toward it, his body prepared for a small chase, and then battle.
[PC: 0/3 | WC: 282 | Setting: Clear spot of the Thistle Meadow, near the deep forest. Grassy, even terrain. Early morning, just before dawn with light fog. | Laine, please indicate if this will be a teaching spar or a regular spar! You may begin with your first attack either way.]
And tell god I said goodbye
@Mercutio
I've been known for my hate,
but I'm a dealer of simple choices;
for me it's never too late.
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