Black hooves moved with renowned grace that hadn’t been around for months. After seeing the healer, the eleven-year light grey stallion Valentine felt to be in the best shape of his life. He had never felt so great, and he had spent most of the afternoon travelling the Throat, running in glee that was suited better for a horse in it’s youth. Though Valentine was far from being an old timer, for example, like the wise unicorn of the Aurora Basin Myrddin, he had felt that he was older than he was. He wouldn’t know what it was like to be older until he actually was, and he would try to make the best of his youth. The sand and dust of the desert clung to him, filling his nostrils and lungs like many of the other horses of the herd. He continued to walk through the blazing heat of the desert, and was surprised to find a lake in the middle of it. Running and playing like a colt was thirsty business, and he stopped to get a large and long needed drink. A breeze blew, one that cooled him down a little, but not enough to do much else. The desert was so strange to him, and he pondered, as he always did these days, what had brought him to the opposite of what he was born into. No, today was no the day for thinking. Today was a day for doing, for action, not cunning and empty words. It was a day filled with potential, a day that couldn’t be ignored. Onni had saved his life today, and he would surely never forget that. Suddenly, another breeze blew, and there was something different that caught the wind. A scent was carried downwind to him, and it was one that the heart stallion had never seemed on a horse before. It was a wild smell, one that was more pronounced. He turned his head half way in the direction of the smell, and saw a large male horse approaching him. This stallion was just a little taller than him, and had wings. He thought he would be a threat, but within the scent was that of which clung to his own coat. The strange beast strode towards him, and he was quite an interesting one at that. His wings were long and big, and he had some strange markings along his body, but he wasn’t one to talk. The strangest part about him was the bone that protrudes from his nostrils, and the antlers on his head. He saw they were strapped to his head, and there was some sort of object in between them as well. The stallion made strange movements, but being another stallion, he took it as a challenge to fight. The grey considered, and thinking it would only be beneficial, accepted his challenge. Having no more magic, he couldn’t produce flames, but that was all right. He charged at the brute, aiming his horn at the side of him, right under his right wing. He would past his large body by afterwards, and would turn quickly to face him for his attack.

[OCC:
Attack: Tends to scrape his horn on Gaucho’s right side right under his wing
Defense: Turns around and prepares for Gaucho’s attack
OCC Note: Sorry this was late, also Valentine doesn't have any magic, but you can use magic if you wish]

Strolling Along
Tying my Tongue
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