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12-27-2015, 10:40 PM
Somewhere on the beach, a fellow behemoth heard the call to arms, and he smiled.
The spray of the ocean's rough waves and the rains falling from heavens combined to drench the stallion long ago. He stood on the open sand, preferring to feel the elements in their entirety rather than hide and skulk about the treeline - where was the fun in that? Taking shelter, hiding from that which had the potential to make one stronger - that was foolish. Certainly, hide when things became deadly so that one may live on, but simple rain and wind?
Pah, thought the stallion, the giant, the titan, as he stood against the storm.
The smile deepened as he turned himself to approach the beckoning call, broad hooves treading the hardened, dampened sand with ease. Sand and snow were similar, and he was a creature who enjoyed time upon both terrains, as he usually was able to traverse them with fair ease.
What he didn't count on was the drag his great creamy feathers would cause when wet.
However, he didn't let it stop him in accepting the challenge. Grimalkin was a youthful steed still, and though just leaving the adolescent phase of his life, he was still bound by the prideful masculine desire to pommel someone every now and again.
With a deep bellow trumpeting from his lips, Grimalkin shook off what he could of the great damp that slowed his limbs down, and trotted towards this fellow titan. Eyes, which flashed green whenever lightning struck, made their quick assessment of the dark one and his companions - he could not be sure in this torrential downpour, but he thought he counted two winged things.
It didn't matter. The challenge was already accepted.
Rolling his bulky form into a canter, Grimalkin made to approach much like a juggernaut would - momentum would carry his motion over the sands and to his enemy, and only a greater force would be able to stop him. As he neared he assessed that this behemoth was taller than himself, but Grimalkin knew all too well that height was not everything - the sheer thickness of Grimalkin's own barrel attested to the power his comparatively stout body could muster.
Grimalkin was attempting to approach the dark equine's left side, and wanted so badly to see his antlers connect with Volterra's shoulder and neck - maybe draw some blood, peel back the skin some, or at the very least bruise and make it uncomfortable for the other one to breathe. The unicorn lowered his grand, antlered crown, arching his thick, solid nape, and aimed a sharp and hard smack of the sharp prongs of his right towards his desired target, his rolling canter aimed as near the other as he could get.
1/3 attack posts
0/1 closing defence
465/800 words
Magic & companion allowed
@Volterra
The spray of the ocean's rough waves and the rains falling from heavens combined to drench the stallion long ago. He stood on the open sand, preferring to feel the elements in their entirety rather than hide and skulk about the treeline - where was the fun in that? Taking shelter, hiding from that which had the potential to make one stronger - that was foolish. Certainly, hide when things became deadly so that one may live on, but simple rain and wind?
Pah, thought the stallion, the giant, the titan, as he stood against the storm.
The smile deepened as he turned himself to approach the beckoning call, broad hooves treading the hardened, dampened sand with ease. Sand and snow were similar, and he was a creature who enjoyed time upon both terrains, as he usually was able to traverse them with fair ease.
What he didn't count on was the drag his great creamy feathers would cause when wet.
However, he didn't let it stop him in accepting the challenge. Grimalkin was a youthful steed still, and though just leaving the adolescent phase of his life, he was still bound by the prideful masculine desire to pommel someone every now and again.
With a deep bellow trumpeting from his lips, Grimalkin shook off what he could of the great damp that slowed his limbs down, and trotted towards this fellow titan. Eyes, which flashed green whenever lightning struck, made their quick assessment of the dark one and his companions - he could not be sure in this torrential downpour, but he thought he counted two winged things.
It didn't matter. The challenge was already accepted.
Rolling his bulky form into a canter, Grimalkin made to approach much like a juggernaut would - momentum would carry his motion over the sands and to his enemy, and only a greater force would be able to stop him. As he neared he assessed that this behemoth was taller than himself, but Grimalkin knew all too well that height was not everything - the sheer thickness of Grimalkin's own barrel attested to the power his comparatively stout body could muster.
Grimalkin was attempting to approach the dark equine's left side, and wanted so badly to see his antlers connect with Volterra's shoulder and neck - maybe draw some blood, peel back the skin some, or at the very least bruise and make it uncomfortable for the other one to breathe. The unicorn lowered his grand, antlered crown, arching his thick, solid nape, and aimed a sharp and hard smack of the sharp prongs of his right towards his desired target, his rolling canter aimed as near the other as he could get.
1/3 attack posts
0/1 closing defence
465/800 words
Magic & companion allowed
@Volterra
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