déodat,
Both of their battle cries filled the air with a harmony of rage, and it was a beautiful sound to the Blood Prince’s ears. It meant war was at hand. Déodat can see his opponent coming and toward them. The beast stepped to the left, but not far enough to his own pleasure. Déodat felt his horn pierce through skin and he could see the blood on the tip of his horn. Finally he was finding release for his built up rage. The Blood Prince also was being given the opportunity to bleed out a vermin hornless. Every fiber of his being felt only sheer hatred toward the black beast, an unadulterated hatred that was aimed specifically at his opponent’s kind. Equines were liars, betrayers, and defective. The lies of the equine clan had proven that when his clan fell to their enemies. Whether this beast was one of them or not mattered little, he was of the same kind and had the same polluted blood pumping through his veins.
A loud screech escaped from the dragon’s lips. Was the connection between the bonded pair as deep as that? Did they truly feel the same burning pain? Good, Déodat decided. The reptile deserved the suffering. It had been the one foolish enough to bind it’s soul to the lesser beings of the world. May it die beside it’s dull beast of a soul mate. At some point the Blood Prince decided he would have to go after the dragon. The glare it’s tail caused made him have to narrow his eyes slightly to prevent the glow from fully blinding him.
The equine continued to charge forward, and Déodat glanced over at the other beast they began to stand parallel to one another. He could see his opponent beginning to shift, and Déodat used his slightly smaller stature to his advantage and attempted to increase his speed slightly. This didn’t benefit him much in the end as he felt the black beast smash into the lower portion of his ribs and teeth sink into his back. Déodat felt himself stumble to the side and for a split second panic filled him at the thought of collapsing at the feet of this behemoth. Once he had regained composure he felt a fiery passion burning up inside. Hatred was turning into pure loathing. This equine would get on his knees. What had once been a simple need to release rage became so much more. This was becoming a battle for pride. This stallion wouldn’t forget his face. If they were ever to meet again, Déodat would ensure so much fear was stricken into this creature that it would make the behemoth piss himself with terror.
Despite his near fall, Déodat turned his body so then he was hopefully facing his opponent, if his opponent hadn’t moved he would be standing rather than face to face, slightly to the right. A snort escaped from his lips and he pawed at the ground slightly, a taunt and a jeer as a slow smirked passed over his lips, even a creature as simple as an equine could pick up on the message. Is that all you’ve got? Déodat was enraged, but it didn’t cloud his mind or judgment, it simply motivated him. There was a single purpose behind such a taunt, to get his enemy so pissed off his judgment was clouded. To some that may be regarded as a dirty tactic, but any honor he once had died alongside his family and friends.
Once his taunt ceased, Déodat lunged forward heading toward the stallion’s right side. He turned his head as he ran and raised it slightly aiming for the slightly taller stallion’s face. Soon this fool would see that no warrior could fight without a sword. The behemoth of course had his snake, but that creature wasn’t an asset he had been born with, the might was the dragon not his. All this beast had was tooth, hoof, and his size. Déodat had all that and more. His horn was both crown and weapon. It told of his right to rule and had been a weapon in many a battle. Without it he would be no better than his opponent, and that also made him careful with it. Such a treasure needed to be protected with great care.
After aiming his aiming his horn toward his opponent he swerved his body to the left, so then his hindquarters would hopefully be aimed toward the other stallion. With every force he had, he lifted himself up onto hindlegs and flung out both of his hooves aiming toward his opponent’s right shoulder.
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Summary:
1. Déodat nearly stumbles and then turns to face his opponent standing slightly to the right. He then lunges forward turning his head hoping to strike at his opponent's face.
2. After lunging he turns around and then attempts to kick Tyra.]
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[JUDGED] cavalier youth
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