NOTE

Springtime caused many, Note found, to do absolutely ridiculous things. Produce unwanted offspring, cause silly fights, utterly toss their world into turmoil. This was ridiculous for him. He had not fought in a year. His skills were not just rusty, they were practically nonexistent at this point. It was a common fear for him; losing not just himself, but everything he had ever been taught. Every shred of information. But today, Note wasn't just fighting to regain what little skills he had formed all those years ago. He was fighting for something much greater than that: his home. Even without every piece of knowledge he had been given, his home would be there for him.
It was time to give back to the greater good. He could recruit others, as he had done with Zaps, but Note strived for something even greater. A rank of which was given to very few: General. With such an honor, he could not only protect the home in which he was newly faithful to, but help others find their way in the grand scheme of things. If that way happened to be in the hoof-prints of the warrior, then Note would be there to aid them. To lead them into every war they happened to be dragged into, and fight till the death for the Moon.
It was ambitious even for him, but Note enjoyed challenges. They fueled a fire that was so rarely sparked within him. It made his sharp green eyes fierce as they admired each of his opponents. He did not wish to lose, but if he did so, he would be more than happy to fight beneath any of these formidable warriors. There was a leviathan-looking black stallion with a little dog and a unicorn mare accompanied by a bear. They were both much larger than himself, their coats worn with scars as representations of their experience. Sabel lingered by Note's hocks, the blind lynx's excitement and nervousness pouring off of her in waves. It would be her first spar, a very important one at that, which didn't help the cause. This fight would not be an easy one. At least he could have some peace knowing that they wouldn't be trying to rip his throat out or anything, for they were his herd members. They would not dare to attempt such a thing on a brother. Right?
'Not right, definitely not right,' Note realized as this spotted, compact little fellow came charging at his left side. No words were exchanged, the man had just charged, aiming for his neck. He wasn't much smaller than himself, a tank compared to his own lanky form. Like...Kri. 'Just like fighting Kri,' Note told himself, relaxing slightly and letting his instincts take over as he sent Sabel a mental image of their attacker. The faded bay lunged forward, pulling his wings up to his throat and tucking his head behind them. The appendages would be serving as his shield. Note hoped to give the horse a nice thrashing with his wings as he lunged. He tried to position himself so that their shoulders would collide as well by pulling his wing up slightly to expose his own . Note was well aware that would give them both a nice jolt, but at least he would be expecting it. It was how Kri had fought.
Now it was Sabel's turn. As Note was pulling up into his rear, the cat scurried around his left side, bounding up to the spotted horse's right side. Within a few bounds, she was in the air, petite, lanky bodice not quite visible among the mist until she was jumping. Her paws were outstretched, claws extended, aiming for the stallion's shoulder or leg, perhaps even his stomach. Her aim was not precise, but she knew the general direction of her target which was enough for her. If her claws were to hit, she would try to latch onto the stallion's skin until he shook her off. Her sightless eyes were filled with terror, even though she was the one attacking. She had never done anything like this to someone so much larger than herself. She wasn't even sure she wanted to. But Note did, and she would gladly put her life on the line for him.
To Note's pleasure, the smaller fellow missed his target. The bay landed upon the ground with a thud, veering left to face his opponent once more. Sweat was beginning to coat his figure. His body was still unused to so much activity. It was a miracle the ground wasn't soaked and he wasn't flailing all over the place, considering the mist. Note wasn't about to think twice about it, though.

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