Thud, thud, thud! The sound is distant at first, but quickly it is close, as if it's coming from right next to you. The thuds' sound comes from the outcast that moves quickly towards the snow queen at an astonishing speed. He comes down the beach, a shadowy figure, a veiled man, an enigmatic figure. Thud, thud! Each hoof-fall against the wet sand is another loud thud, another step closer to the ivory body known as Elsa. The wet grains clump together as they are sent flying as his hooves churn the shore with each stride. Slick hooves move too fast to focus on, resulting in them ending up looking like a continuous blur of beige hooves, chrome markings, and jet black fur. His feathered leonine tail trails behind him helplessly, resembling something like a kite being dragged behind some human child. He moves at a gallop, a powerful, confident, stride. Salty droplets are flung off of his muscular frame with every movement, a mixture of sweat and sea. The winter wind bites at his soaked body, energizing him with every strong gust.

Spotless orbs catch sight of something white, something pristine and angelic. Without a second thought, Caleb's appendages unfold at his sides and with a few powerful thrusts, the dark man is airborne. His eyes are focused on her, gaze hungrily watching her. Her scent is familiar, a scent he has certainly smelt before. Soon, he realizes that this mare is the same mare that had greeted him in the Threshold with a seemingly trademark line "you're in the Threshold, the entrance to your demise," or something along the lines of that. The titan tries circling her snowy body, wondering if she'll remain on the ground like the wingless. He soars at a comfortable four yards (12 feet) above the ground, just out of reach, but close enough to attack. Without hesitation, he has already chosen this snowy-faced mare, known as Elsa, as his opponent, a mare that appears to be able to hold her own. Will he be able to overcome the seemingly honed mare?

Without second thought, he moves to dive at her mid-spine, forelegs stretched outwards to hopefully hit her spine hard and cause damage. A surprise attack, it may work for him. It would be an easy win if he could break her back, kill her, and be crowned victorious that way, but he has a feeling it won't be that simple-- after all, Elsa had probably noticed the hulking Caleb hurl himself down the beach then into the air and already has an attack planned out. Still, he continues his attempt to dive at her, hopefully approaching from a perpendicular angle. If she doesn't see him coming, doesn't move, he assumes he'll be colliding with her back in seconds. Caleb's ears are perked upwards, desperate for the sound of bone cracking, even if it's just a rib. Maybe she'll crumble under his massive frame, but then again... She's not a short mare by any standards, perhaps only a hand shorter than himself.

It's uncertain why he wants this, to fight. The dark stud himself does not know, nor does he truly care the reasoning behind his attack. Cease the opportunity, it's what he's doing right this moment as he tries to dive into Elsa's back and hopefully break something of hers. He feels angry at something, but it's uncertain what. Or maybe it's just the fact that he can't find his fuck buddy and he needs to release pent up energy. The world may never know...

ooc: 1/3 dive at her spine his forelegs stretched out @[Elsa]
ALSO, you mentioned endless blue and sand, but you also said stuff about heavenly fields so I wasn't sure where this was set, so I just assumed EB because no sand in fields.
WC: 635