The dry, cracking ground of the Heart crumbles beneath your hooves as you stalk the land. For once, you do not sway, your mind only just touched by the effects of your drugs. You have forced yourself to become almost sober today, to clear your mind so that you might think. You have struggled so long under the reign of the glass horn and her lesbian lover, and now the additional burden of the golden asshole with wings, and you don't really understand why. At first it was because you thought you were getting somewhere. You thought maybe you were proving your point and that you were actually showing them that you were worthy of the power you so desire. Now, though... Now you don't really understand what is keeping you there. You have been shown nothing but disrespect, given nothing but looks of disgust and had no ounce of responsibility set upon your shoulders.

So today, you have given yourself time to be drug free, to wander the land and just to think, to try and formulate a plan, to try and figure out what it is you want to do with yourself. But the more you walk, the more you try to think, the more you ponder and wonder and plot and imagine and dream... the more you send your thoughts into a murky black hole with no escape. You cannot see the plan laid out before you, you cannot know what you are supposed to do. So instead of dealing with your troubles, trying to find somebody to talk to it about, you just scream. You stomp your hoof and you scream, the sun high overhead seemingly the only thing that can hear you, but you know somebody will come. They always come. And when they do...

You will be ready for the fight. You begin to trot in order to warm up your muscles, leaving your leather bag in place on your shoulder. It kills you to leave it there as a short of protective measure, but the old injury that Colt gave to your shoulder is a chronic trouble to you in battles. You do not know if the padding of the leather bag will help or not, but it surely can't hurt. You, at least. It will definitely hurt the plants you keep stored in there. But hey, what is one more trip to the ocean to gather more plants? It won't be the first or the last time you go there.

Post| 0/3, OOC Teaching Spar
Setting| As described
@[Note]

NOTE

'Protector,' Note pondered the word, tossing it around in his mind, eventually adding 'of the World's Edge' to the end. He had a home to protect again. His time as an outcast had been so short lived. Note's life had no purpose if he wasn't in a herd. The only thing about being in a herd was that he had to really serve it. It was no problem for him, as he loved having a point to his life, but he had been doing a pretty lousy job as of late. At least, it felt that way. It was time for him to serve. To defend. To protect.
The bay moved through the land at a swift, purposeful trot. His ears were pricked, eyes scouring the land for any potential threats or sparring partners. Sabel bounded by his side, paws tingling at the thought of being able to spar again. She needed the practice as much as her bonded did. If not more.
'There,' Sabel hissed within Note's mind, head turned towards the Heart. She altered her course, flying through the outskirts of the Thistle Meadow and towards the ever burning pit of fire that was the Heart. Note hesitated, but followed his companion. She had the stronger senses between the two, besides her lack of sight.
Soon, Note could hear what Sabel could. A scream and pawing of hooves. To Note, it was a call to battle. Not long after he spotted a rambunctious looking bay unicorn. He was much larger than himself, but looked just as eager for a fight. Note's pace slowed, facing the unicorn head-on as he ruffled his feathers, Sabel standing beside her bonded valiantly. She had sparred before, but it did not help to settle her nerves. She was immensely excited nonetheless. Being the carnivorous cat she was, Sabel longed to have blood on her paws once more.
"Why all the screaming? No, let me guess. Is it a fight that you're seeking?" Note spoke in an emotionless tone as he raised his brow at the unicorn, not bothering to introduce himself unless the other stallion was really looking for a spar. Unicorns in general made him nervous. A small part of him almost wished that the bay wasn't looking for a battle. There was no doubt in Note's mind that the unicorn would put the horns to use. He most certainly did not need anymore horses prodding at his wings. Especially with those.

ProtectoR

world's edge

As you always knew would happen, an opponent quickly arrives on the scene. A sarcastic one, at that. You snort at him in disgust, annoyed that he has taken the coward's way out and given you time to contemplate him and his position. If you were him, you would have rushed in, bashed him from the side or behind and never given him a moment to prepare. You would have been cold and ruthless with him, thrusted him towards the lava that boils not too far away and laughed while he failed. Yes, you would have played dirty and because Note doesn't, you think that he is weak. You've never appreciated weakness. Time to show him the errors of his ways.

In your head, you demand to your companion that she create some kind of distraction. You've never particularly liked her and have never gone so far as to name her. As she does not know that names can be created by one's self and not just bestowed, she has never bothered to name herself. Still, she has proven herself useful in battle (if nothing else) so you have stopped trying to chase her off. If you weren't so high all the time you might get the impression that she's a little depressed from lack of meaningful communication... Not that you would care anyways. However, since you are rather high most of the time, the only thing you can really say with certainty about her is that she fears you. What exactly about you it is that she fears is unknown as she could quite easily float out of harm's reach but she fears you nevertheless. Honestly, you've found this immensely useful and have done nothing to correct it. You are a cruel master.

As you expect, your companion quickly whisks into action as you bark at her, her invisible body trying to flick closer to Sabel while still maintaining her position several feet above the ground. Using her newly developed magic to pick up several rocks about 3 to 4 inches around, she directs them towards where she thinks Sabel is standing with enough force to cause at least a solid bruise if they hit. It is not a dramatic display but you think it will be distraction enough as you have found time and time again that horses react rather dramatically to harm to their companion. Well, at least most horses. Let the boggart be hurt. You don't mind.

At the same time that your boggart is trying to create chaos with the rocks, you force your colossal frame into a canter and thunder towards the winged gray. You notice that you are surprisingly agile on your hooves today as there is not very much locoweed in your system. Still, it doesn't give you much peace and you twitch your nose nervously towards your bag in desire to both eat and protect the precious cargo that resides there. With a sigh, knowing you do not have time now to grab any of the vines, you turn your head straight again and try to angle yourself so that your right shoulder will align with Note's right as you pass. No need to purposefully smash the locoweed, after all.

When you think you are in position, you suddenly heave your front end upwards and lift your head into the air, trying to throw yourself into Note's right. You have been particularly mindful of the fact that he has wings and are eager to take them out of play as soon as possible. If you have calculated correctly, your chest will slam into him somewhere in the region where his wing meets his shoulder. Then again, most of your practice aiming has come when you are intoxicated and the whole world is spinning. Who knows how you'll do when you can actually see what's happening around you.

Out of boredom, as gravity pulls your body down, you decide to reach out and try to bite... whatever it is you can get your mouth around. Ideally it would be the skin near Note's spine, but you're not particularly choosy. Any pain is better than no pain at all- for Note. You'd just as soon get out of this battle injury free. Who knows what sort of idiocy you'll have to deal with back at the Falls next, when you get there. You might need to be in top form for one reason or another.

WC| 742
Post| 1/3
@[Note]- Sorry for the delay. No comments on your opening post as it won't be judged. Good luck!