The wolf recognises this one.

His massive head turns, nostrils flaring to inhale the crisp morning air and the scent of mare. When he first met her, she was a filly, and he a newborn boy. It was his first foray away from his mother and sister, and he'd found himself up in the cold north with a mouthful of snow. She had come, displaying her magic, her wings and her horn, whilst he stood alone. Dragonless, magicless, dull. How times have changed. He has his dragon, and another one still entombed within her egg, which he has stashed securely away in some shrubbery. He has magic, to command and dominate the earth, and he is a boy no longer.

Nor is she a girl.

As the black colossus moves closer, he sees that she is now sporting all the brazen curves of a woman. Shit, she is beautiful, and heat spreads to his groin with all the intent of a stream of lava. And she's asking for an opponent. His thick neck arches, flicking his mane to one side as he takes a small step forwards, debating, deciding. Should he? To clash with his old friend, to exchange sweat and blood, would be delightful. What better way to catch up? Yet, so far, the titan has only fought men, with whom his stallion's instincts do not erupt. Fighting a woman, with his lusts and hunger, will be dangerous. How will he seperate his desire to inflict pain from his desire to rut with the darling lady? If he gets distracted, he could suffer a humiliating loss.

But he simply cannot resist, and, he reasons, he needs practice of fighting against women one day. It will be a stern test, that's for sure, in a different way to his fights with males. Men are all brute force and easy strength, whereas women...they have the power to ensnare the mind and distract the body. The ground quivers beneath his weight as he marches towards her, a hint of a feral smile tickling the corner of his jowls, a wolfish glint in his eye. "Auriel," he rumbles, swinging his tail lazily against his flanks as he scrutinises her. "Goodness, how you've grown." Will she remember him? Surely she will. His gaze roves freely and shamelessly across the hybrid, both out of sheer masculine want and also so he can file away every inch of her for the battle ahead. She is a hand or so smaller than him, although her warrior's build could certainly pack a punch if it wanted to. She is not to be taken lightly.

"I'll be your opponent. Prepare yourself." His crimson dragon screams overhead and the beast feels a spasm of bloodlust from the red, but unfortunately for Vérzés he will not be participating in this particular brawl. No. I want to defeat her, but not decimate her. Stand down - you will have no part in this. The red roars his disgust, swooping low over his bonded with a savage hiss before sailing away into a nearby tree, flicking his tail petulantly behind him.

That leaves just the stallion and the mare to exchange blows, and the behemoth drinks in one swift gulp of morning air before he charges forwards into a ground-quaking canter. He aims to approach head-on, face to face, warrior to warrior. The ground is hard and firm beneath his hooves, easy to grip and boost from - perfect fighting conditions. The black leviathan attempts to slam his thick chest hard into the centre of her own chest, more towards the top of it given his superior height. He aims to use his colossal size to bulldoze her backwards, assert his dominance over her sooner rather than later, and hopefully cause her to stumble in the wake of his power.

She may be his friend, but until this fight is over, she is his foe. A wall of meat, to be defeated. Not maimed or destroyed - hence why Vérzés is sitting this one out - but owned. Conquered.

Simultaneously, his jaws aim a sharp nip for the right side of her neck about halfway up, to try and harshly pinch her skin and cause bruising and pain. He wants to taste that flesh, to see if he can detect the first hint of sweat on it.

If she isn't sweating now, she will be by the time he's done with her - and that thought only aids the electric shock that jars towards his loins. Shit, he will have to control that. He cannot allow himself to get...carried away, not when he has an opponent to defeat. This is business, not pleasure. Not yet, anyway.

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@Auriel !
I'll start my teaching notes after your next post <33 Good luck! It's up to you if you want magic to be used.

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