the devil's got stripes

This dominance, this new found power, it surges through the rippling muscle and tears through the veins. It sends the monster into a frenzy, a ravenous craving sending his body into some sort of cannibalistic overdrive. If he had tasted flesh before, it was naught compared to the taste of flesh from someone so familiar, sweet, delicious. It was harmonious flavours dancing across his tongue and sending his instinctual urges into an uncontrollable craze as he laps at the droplets that result from his aggressions. Hungry hungry hungry. 

It commands him, controlling the movement of his muscles as he pushes into the weaker mare, feeling her tremble beneath him like the coward she is. Her facade is false, a lie put up because she was too proud to give into the titan before her. His power out matched hers, and she was compensating with snarky comments that would get her nowhere. Their obvious difference was shown as he forces her into a painful submission, grip on the back of her neck similar to the one he used to subdue his sibling. This was different now, that had been mercy, for she was something this world should have never seen, a monster pushed into the body of a woman who could not hold her own. He took her down like you would should a wounded horse, quick and gentle with little hesitance despite the blood they shared. 

A deep, threatening laugh resonates from the hollowness of his striped throat, empty eyes reflecting the face of this false statement. He would try and explain to her his opinion on this, but he knows she will defiantly spit in his face and pretend she is strong. Pretending gets you nowhere in life, foolish girl. His laugh becomes more intense, a sickening cackle that could make a child cry if they encountered it, the sound you wouldn't want to hear walking alone at night. It's sinister, hidden insanity lingering behind the notes as his shoulders heave. 

Her left leg is held, unable to rest weight upon the leg now that it'd taken a blow from his sturdy lower half. She was vulnerable now, that armour she summoned making no difference to him. He would beat her no matter what it took, and this armour gave him many valuable places to attack, the fleshiest pieces left open for his pearls. It is he who charges first, showing no signs of having heard what the creme bitch had to say, instead focused solely on his purpose of bringing her down before him. He charges her, steering himself towards her right side with his stride full of power and he rises from the ground. The titan wanted to smash his body into hers, to leave her unable to support herself without falling or using the injured leg. Fall fall fall. An epitome of cheers erupts as he lands to the ground with grace, swinging around to her left side to bring his hooves down upon her sides if she had taken the fall. 

"growl grumble roar"