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08-17-2013, 10:53 AM
Descaro marched south, on the heels of his leader, eyes afire in anticipation as for the second time he went to battle with hopes for a better outcome. This time, however, he was the invading force. It lightened the mental strain and sharpened his focus, last time it had been madness and chaos. A battle to protect one's home as well as one’s life. That day they had been beaten and thrown out, branded enemies for daring to speak out against the equality, but never had they lost their faith. The road had been long, hard and testing, but under the guidance of both Mauja and Psyche and with the combined effort by those remnants of the old Edge, they had survived and grown stronger. In the harsh gaze of mountains and battered by blizzards in the realm of time and spark they had festered their hatred and now marched upon soil and dirt to inflict their revenge. Silver hues of the watching moon was marred by ominous clouds that gathered as he entered the coastal land, spiraling horn glittering atop his head as nose wrinkled and he snorted through his trotting gait. Many had already taken up their places, Psyche and d’Artagnan the first to clash with the enemy, his General was also somewhere nearby. The warrior smiled grimly, this was his chance to prove himself worthy on the battlefield, make up for his dismal attempt in the last major battle.
Gaze roved across the land, finally catching the silhouette of a winged stallion atop an outcrop of rocks, the male must have been dark in colour like himself, he was barely visible so far up. Descaro approached the looming rock form and gazed up, frowning before stamping and scrapping his foot along the floor, ears lacing back as he barked an answer to the winged enemy’s challenge. "I accept your challenge, fight me or forfeit your land." He taunted, tail flicking in anticipation as his eyes fixed upon his opponent, heart hammering and awaiting the first move.
Mind drifted back to the last invasion, the dainty form of Iris’s daughter as she fiercely challenged him to do battle. Her wings of flame struck fear deep into his bones and that day he had littered the floor with his blood. Disgraced and worthless. This time he would prove himself better than that, worthy to march under Deimos and aid his herd in completing this challenging mission.
[wc: 411 | 0/4 rounds | No magic/companions to use.
Descaro answers Ace’s challenge and awaits the first attack.]
Gaze roved across the land, finally catching the silhouette of a winged stallion atop an outcrop of rocks, the male must have been dark in colour like himself, he was barely visible so far up. Descaro approached the looming rock form and gazed up, frowning before stamping and scrapping his foot along the floor, ears lacing back as he barked an answer to the winged enemy’s challenge. "I accept your challenge, fight me or forfeit your land." He taunted, tail flicking in anticipation as his eyes fixed upon his opponent, heart hammering and awaiting the first move.
Mind drifted back to the last invasion, the dainty form of Iris’s daughter as she fiercely challenged him to do battle. Her wings of flame struck fear deep into his bones and that day he had littered the floor with his blood. Disgraced and worthless. This time he would prove himself better than that, worthy to march under Deimos and aid his herd in completing this challenging mission.
[wc: 411 | 0/4 rounds | No magic/companions to use.
Descaro answers Ace’s challenge and awaits the first attack.]
