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Powerful strides struck the earth with vigor, sending any debris flying through air behind him. A determined look caressed his visage as emerald eyes scanned the foliage before him. Where was he planning to go? This endless voyage was beginning to take a tole on the chestnut steed, but the adventure was worth the while. The bitter wind coiled and weaved through his mane, gently intertwining his forelock between his carved ears. Birds sung peacefully above his head while the sweet alluring scent of pine hung in the air. A sudden scent filled his nostrils as a blur of a sharp bay flew past his line of vision. A soothing courteous tone escaped from his left which widened the stallions eyes with surprise. Skidding to an abrupt halt, several leaves twigs and other rubbish was sent flying hitting him in the neck, and hind end. He only spun around to meet the gaze of a well muscled stud, standing confidently before him. He bared a horn like himself, only the compistion and appearance differed completely from his own. It seemed to be made of crystal, and pointed intimidatingly upwards to a deadly point. He appeared to be considerate and kind, but this trick of benign nature he knew all to well. It wasn't worth wasting his time. He noticed the stallion eyeing his build and horn which was proudly appointed perfectly in the center of his skull. An arrogant look of disgust quickly restored his features as ears pinned wickedly against his skull. Speaking of a challenge, he though to himself. Who does he think he is barging out of nowhere and nearly frightening him to death. The stallion wreaked of the north, at least he wasn't deceitful there. Calcifer had experience in the north, and enjoyed the cold weather rather than hot humid, unbearable climates of the deserts. A sharp snort erupted from his chest, as teeth were menacingly bared. "I don't care where you came from, or who you think you are. What was it do you think you could accomplish in my presence, stud?" He spat with a conceded, vile tone. His voice was deep and masculine and sounded a bit raspy at times. Not one generous notion was offered nor thought of. It has been what seemed like ages since he had heard of or even seen another like himself. Plus, he wasn't the brightest or the best at socializing. He observed the stallion up and down who was apparently called Descaro. the studs thick ebony locks danced across his muscular shoudler as the breeze began to hasten. The stallion was certainly more built and exceeded his brawn, but was he quick and agile? Calcifer wasn't one to lose, and was an excellent fighter in battle. Green eyes narrowed as he ultimately met his gaze. He was barley an inch more elevated than Calcifer and wasn't a bit daunting. He should have abandoned the forest at the first scent of equine, but the newcomer excited his bloodlust which had been buried for so long.
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