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you're the closest thing to hell i've seen so far
But all of that goes out of his head as the unicorn charges. Abraham replaces Volterra as the shield, and the colt won't lie - he's a little bit happy that the older stallion wants to protect him, even if it's out of instinct more than empathy. The burns on his forelegs and the still-livid scars on his back and shoulder demonstrate the somewhat quirky nature of the two monochrome males' relationship, but that previous meeting is pushed to the back of the young titan's mind when Mauja charges. Abraham exclaims the unicorn's name, but it doesn't seem to do a great deal of good. The great blue horn slashes towards the flying dragon, and Volterra smothers a wince.
Safe to say that's probably not going to go down very well with the white female - the colt's burns testify to her temper.
But this time it's not the youngster on the receiving end. This time, he is simply an onlooker. With morbid interest he watches the two men, wondering if this skirmish will escalate to all-out battle. He has never watched a true fight before, and what better way to learn his trade for the future than to watch two stallions with fire in their blood and ice in their hearts? Crimson gaze watches as Mauja's horn aims for Abraham, attention darting between the two opponents as he drinks in everything about them. Their postures, their attacks, the way they move - everything is greedily devoured by the young warmaster, filed away for future use. He shifts aside to give the men more space, a simple spectator now, a Roman gladiator baying for the blood of the animals in the arena. ""
@[Abraham] @[Mauja]
[ you can't stray from what you are, you're the closest thing to hell i've seen so far ]
[ use of force/magic on him is permitted aside from death/maiming ]
