The same challenge constantly presented itself. Hobgoblin would have to grow and learn to accept things as she did them in order to live with one another, but his stubborn ways played a strong battle. He didn't want to love the sea as she did. She longed for the almost romantic sensation that came with being buried into the ocean while would prefer the feeling of land beneath whatever he choose to walk on.
Hisses and cries erupted from his jaws, crying outwards as she draws herself into the abyss. Leather wings leave her abandoned, turning her head up to his location above her, looking on in pity and embarrassment as he attempts to land multiple times on the water's surface and continuously fails. Screams of rage fill the air and destroy what silence there might of been along the border.
Blue eyes hold themselves on him, coming to shake her skull about the waters as he tries time and time again.
"There's food down there." Hunger had begun to strike her. Her own personal stomach had filled itself before hand, but him, young and naive, had chosen to play with the mice in the fields about the heart caves instead of eating.
Now, it came to bite him.
When he refuses to go, even for food, she breaks away, fleeing in the thick chance that anger would soon enough get the better of him, ending in abuse. The cuts from his last one had turned into scabs, dried blood washed away with her descent, and the missing lock of tail hair made an odd appearance of her tail. His stubbornness let her get away.
Fish take time, and by the time that she's made it close enough to shore, he's found something to preoccupy himself with. Someone is yelling, and to his ears, it's an alarm that fires the trigger. She has yet to figure out how to control him, and placing the first step onto land, dripping wet with fish impaled to her horn like some medieval hunter, his rage is an uncontrollable fire.
Her eyes watch in horror as once again, he finds himself snarling at the face of a stranger. Teeth flash as lips ravel themselves upwards, hissing with wings outstretched and gathered into a position that makes the Wyvern look larger.
Hooves scramble onto land and splatter sand across her lower legs. A snort sets him off guard, alerting her presence.
Like an abused animal, she flinches when he dives towards her, perching atop her head, sitting proudly behind her horn in the light as if it was his spotlight, demanding all attention be set to his so-called power.
Why did she have to bond with him of all the companions?
"Yes?" Standing hock deep in the water, she takes a moment to look over their visitor. The horn is something different, build compact and heavy, much more refined than her own sloppy mess. One ear turns forward as Hobgoblin snaps at it's mate, swiveling downwards.
"You were yelling, right? Or was there another reason he got mad at you?"
Red eyes glare in the other mare and her companion, leading Sikeax to, for once in her life, actually wish to forcibly remove a form of life from the planet, but that had to be a side effect of having been merged into one from two opposite parts.

OOC: CRASHES THIS at the request of Ali xD

@[Ranjiri] @[Roskuld]
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