At first Descaro was convinced no one would answer such a wild and random call, who would be out in the white wastes at his hour anyway. The Soldier sighed and was about to turn, returning to Basin duties, but something prickled his skin and soon enough a new scent filled his nostrils. Dark, brooding eyes narrowed until ears caught the sounds of hoof beats and eventually the silhouette of a charging horse. Descaro cursed the impoliteness of the stranger and shifted his hulking body into a powerful gallop. As they neared one another he noted the horn upon her brow with a grunt and gave himself plenty of time when veering off to his right when she bared down her dangerous weapon, shifting his tank like body out of the way of her following buck that brushed close to his rump, taking hairs with it. Descaro quickly slowed his pace to a trot then and bounded around to face the stranger and as soon as his eyes met the others his gaze shifted into surprise.

It was mare! All of a sudden the no name introduction that the stallion labelled as rude fell into place. Of course it was a mare, it was something a mare would do, their minds always seemed a lot more devious than their male counterparts. Or so Descaro thought. He smiled his most charming smile and observed her bodice that was shaped very similar to his own, maybe she shared similar origins though she looked to stand a slight taller than himself. The mare was dark too with a horn much like that of their resident Time Mender's and she hid well against the night. A mysterious beauty? The Soldier went in for a closer look and set off at a galloping speed, his pace hampered slightly by the snowy ground that forced him to lift his knees higher. His direction was straight towards where he thought she was at first, but as he neared Descaro veered to the right, hoping she hadn't moved, and aimed his left shoulder to barge into her own left whilst tail flicked excitedly. Ears roved as if intrigued by the strange mare. Who was she? Why was she out all alone? What reason did she have for answering his call to battle?

He bent his gallop to his right then and aimed an ambitious buck for her rump, almost returning the gift she had tried to inflict upon him earlier. Snow splattered up from his hooves and his forefeet sank into the white mess, whites of his eyes visible as he peeked to see if he'd managed to land a blow on the dark mare. Her colouring gave him a faint reminder of Tares and an even more bitter one of Voltaic. Though she was built completely different from those two. He just hoped his eyes didn't decide to play tricks on him or this might turn out to be bad idea. However, from all the thoughts whirring around in his mind Descaro had come to one common conclusion; he was going to have some fun this night.

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[1/3] [w/c :: 520]
[Descaro sees the charge of Ignita and gallops out to the right, avoiding her attacks before turning back to charge at her, aiming to barge his left shoulder into her left. Continuing his gallop to the right he bucks at the left side of her rump.]