It was time to release the dogs of war.

Drums pounded into the earth, hoofbeats drummed a rhythm that sung of things to come - bloodshed, fractures, challenges to the peaceful living they had taken to in these misty, wooded lands. Well, peaceful was perhaps, not the correct term. They had stirred the metaphorical pot, they had been privy to the plan to provoke, to tickle, to irritate those who would see their beloved members murdered in cold blood.

They had succeeded.

Grins split the maws of the brothers. They nodded to each other, as one left to join the foals of the lands in a journey South, to the Throat, where they could be safe - and where he could help protect those southern lands should the invaders think of taking advantage of their distracted state. But who was left behind?

Forelegs of crimson sunk into the earth below, as mist and fog danced around him. He was alone now, the buffer of his twin gone - the fires that lived within his soul crackled just beneath his skin. Steam already rose from his back as the chilly night air clashed with his warm hide - it was rare that he ever stood still, for immobility gave his aged bodice a chance to grow stiff, and stiffness did not help one in destroying enemies.

Madyrn came forth from the mists, brass hued eyes glowing in the moonlight as they drank the nearest enemy body in. He didn't care who it was, what they were - they were all the same when they were an enemy. This particular enemy was a tall beast - almost as tall as himself - but lighter in build, with a blasted horn protruding from his forehead, which made frontal attacks difficult to execute without literally losing one's own head. He had fought unicorns before however, and won, and this time would be no different. Between trees did this enemy lie, and so Madyrn thought quickly about just how he could encourage the splashed brute to expose those juicy, soft, tender parts that were made for biting and bleeding.

The brute arched his nape, chin tucked into his chest, strides elongating. Passage would be the classical term, as a floaty trot carried him two body-lengths before this crimson and white unicorn, his own dark form barely etched out from the scenery by mist and moonlight. Out of the brothers, he was the one more likely to show-off his physique with such displays when courting mares, but now he did it to encourage the mystique and mystery that surrounded all who called this misty realm home. His steps etched a large counter clockwise circle about the pair of trees where Tolio last stood, and Madyrn's appearance before him only lasted a handful of seconds as he pushed himself onwards, hoping the darkness shrouded him from view once more as he realigned his aim.

His crown was facing the space where Tolio's left hindquarter had been as it stood between the trees, as Madyrn made his charge. Hooves pounded into the earth, mimicking the war drums that sounded earlier. Control, his brother's voice seemed to sound in his head, as Madyrn's energy levels rose with the excitement - as his control slowly slipped away and he succumbed to the demon that was his own, uncontrollable rage. A speedy canter brought him near to the trees, and his teeth reached out for where he last saw that plump crimson rump, aiming to rip and tear at the skin just to the left of Tolio's croup.

As he did this, his own haunches folded and drove his fore-end forward, sending his right shoulder sideways and skywards. He hoped to use the slight advantage his heavier build possessed and physically smash into the enemy's left buttock to send him forward, out of the trees - or even knock him hard enough into the tree that was to Tolio's right. Madyrn smiled at the thought that the unicorn, who thought himself so clever as to use the Edge's trees against them, might find that his 'shield' had become the very weapon Madyrn could exploit against him.

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