There is a moment, a quick moment as Miseal's body goes slamming down to the ground after his attack, that he sees, he realizes, what he had really gotten himself into. He had been cocky, very cocky with his attack, and it had awarded him little. There was a hunger that arose in his chest then, one he had not known until now, had not ever wanted to know. A lust such as this, it was dangerous, powerfully boosting and crazily driving; a bloodlust. Miseal was not this type of man, he was not hungry for the satisfaction of pain, but it appeared as battle changed many; it changed him. His lips rose into a snarl and his ears pinned treacherously back, golden eyes narrowed as he watched Moose go flying by. A new desire had gripped Miseal, it wasn’t merely one that wanted to win anymore, no. It was the pure and haunting necessity to completely destroy.

Miseal caught the Moose's eyes as he turned his antlered head left, a twisted and wild smile melted onto Miseal's azure lips. He quickly formulated and idea of Moose's next attack as his brown and white face dipped low, knowing that the man's massive flat hooves paired with the power in his back legs was surely about to be of use and the force of such movements was enough to break bones. He had predicted this before their spar, and he was going to be extremely thorough not  to let the mighty mix of muscle and mass of Moose touch him.

The sand swirls around the pair of massive, towering beasts in thick, chocking dusts, his breaths full of the dry, grainy material. The chromed side stepped to his right, swiftly avoiding Moose's attack that had proved his prior ideas. The pain of Moose's previous attack ebbed into his thoughts as he dodged the second attack, Miseal's blood had continued to seep achingly from his cuts, his neck and shoulder beginning to feel the strains of bruising and stiffness. The cool breeze allowed a bit of relief for his feverish and sweaty skin, but with it sand was carried and the constant bite of the Throat's ground was no pleasantry. The heat of the Dragon’s breath really burned today.

Miseal did his best to block away the incoming thought of Enna's antlers piercing his chest that bled yet again from the same source, those antlers that he meant to be wary of, the cause of such unwanted memories and pains. It appeared that the woman kept popping up in his mind, no matter how hard the striped just wanted to forget her, her trace was reminded in almost everything he did.

With a grunt, he shook his mighty head, muscles coiling and springing into life as he put to use the raging ambition to take down the Moose. His mind dulled out all the thoughts of her, all the thoughts of his past pain and his present pain, wanting no longer to let anything distract him. He had said it before yes, but now he would take it much more seriously. He had no other choice.

Miseal’s thundering body galloped to catch up with Moose's stride, the determination acting as a numbing drug, his pain the last of his thoughts. Miseal's golden hooves dug into the sinking sands, using the depth and shifting material as an anchor for his next attack. He was careful not to use his left shoulder and neck too much, for it fucking hurt. He wouldn't let that stop him though, for Miseal was steel and Moose was merely wood, and he wholly intended to make that wood snap. Oh how the sound of such actions would delight him, and even more so if the cause was to be his hand.

The beast had been released.

Moose would need that luck Miseal had given him earlier, for this was no petty cat he had unlocked, this was a beast colored in stripes and painted in a lust for the blood of his freer. With the ferocity that had entranced him, Miseal neared Moose's left, his neck poked out and teeth bared. He aimed to use the force of his height, unhindered right shoulder, and the swing of his neck to crash into Moose's left hip and legs, hoping to throw Moose off balance as Miseal threw his body force right and desirably into Moose. Miseal could feel his skin burn and stretch as he attempted his attack, but he would not, could not, let it stop him. So with vicious, flesh hungry teeth, Miseal also seeks to latch onto Moose's ass, specifically the supple skin of his flank or stifle, wanting to rip and tear anything he could.

How terribly beautiful, Miseal had turned to an absolute monster.


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WC: 800/800
A: 2/3
Damage Sustained: Grim’s antlers cut open his skin on his neck and shoulder,
Setting: Just outside of DT, sun is shining, cold wind, and on sand. About mid-day.
Notes: wow thank you! I hope you see improvement here! Also that's a real bummer about the WC I had no idea as that was what my docs read, maybe I messed up with the copy paste -sigh-