There was a war or something going on, but my mind was stuck on the monstrosity that was attacking everyone. It was me. Damnit it was more me than me, some fucking asshole has decided to become my identical twin and attack horses that will no doubt later hate me for attacking them when I didn't attack. Actually, I'm sure they won't care as everyone is attacking everyone, but goddamnit I wanted that choice. I galloped forth, ears pinned and teeth bared, attacking the maurader that became me [Thranduil].

I just gallop straight at the imitator, zoned in at a perpendicular angle (that is, if the look-alike doesn't move). My horn is lowered, aiming to puncture a lung, kill the imbecile that became me. Fuck him. To see his life drain from his (my?) eyes. He moves from the large mare's [Isopia's] side, but I continue, still hopefully on path the his precious lung. Henrietta is scared, hiding somewhere, perhaps near an equally scared owl [Diego].

The chaos is wild, a symphony of wings, horns, and hooves hitting each other, magic thrown around carelessly, some preaching peace, others death. And I- with one sole purpose, getting the imitator, the fucking idiot who decided to be me. I do have to say, I look damn fine, and whoever became me is a smart lad for choosing such a handsome visage. Still, I'm pissed off, silvery pools following this other Caleb. "Hey!" I yell, attempting to get this other Caleb's attention, maybe distract it. A waterfall is seen out of the corner of my eye, along with ice-spikes, fire, and other shit that I don't give a fuck about. After hopefully stabbing Caleb-lookalike, he halts, breath rugged and harsh. 

His eyes scan the field, the eyes of a predator. He doesn't necessarily attack anyone, just simply looks around until his eyes lock on Enna, presumably antlering the bear. I slink towards her, ignoring the war that plays around me, the screams like classical music in my ears. In a way, this setting is relaxing and exciting. As I approach the heavy Enna, my head is lowered and my ears are pricked forwards, good intention alight in my eyes. "Enna.." I whisper, knowing she most likely will not hear me, but maybe she will see me, see my lips call her name, the words I'm Sorry engraved on my features like a eulogy on a grave. Then my attention is ripped away, my eyes leaving hers, cranium turning to look behind me. The loud thrump of hooves beating bodies, steals my attention and my eyes fall on a brown pegasus, decorated with small bird-spots. What drives her to fight for this bear? Why does she choose to fight against ALL of Helovia?

I glance once my at Enna before my wings unravel and I am airborne, circling overhead like a vulture waiting to eat the dead, waiting for the oppertunity to indulge. I don't want to fight yet, I need a better target, I can't aim at Caleb look-a-like all night, now can I?

ooc: Attempts to attack @Thranduil for imitation, not knowing it is Thranduil. Horn lowered, aims for a lung.

Spots @Enna and moves towards her, his emotions somewhat in control of his actions. 

Questions @Amara 's motives before swiftly flying into the air to watch above like a vulture.

TEAM NO ONE IMITATES ME >:| (aka unaligned, siding more with time god, but more focused on getting thranduil).