Biru

His heartbeat was oddly calm for how nervous he felt at the beginning, no doubt the workings of Anna, whose rapid thinking was cluttering up his skull. Although the girl was nervous, she had a way of keeping a calm and relaxed demeanor. As much as he felt her want to be in the fight, he just couldn’t do it. She was too young, and too naïve to be fighting. So, she did her best to not interfere from the sidelines. She may be young; but she was not to young to learn from her brother’s triumphs and mistakes.

The fawn’s heartbeat intensified with each beat, completely throwing Biru’s otherwise calm demeanor out of whack. His whole body as a whole felt as if it were being ripped apart. One clung to reality, while the other half was clawing for dominance. That half knew and that half wanted the red blood to be painted across the ground.

Thoughts were spinning around, as he seemed to go blind with confusion. It was then that he swung his horn, and the air seemed to be the only thing that he managed to slice. It was then, his past self began creeping up again. Even Annabelle’s nervous mental prodding could not bring him back down to reality. This was his mind now. Anna bleated from the side, desperately trying to bring him back, but it seemed that he was gone.

A scream of rage bubbled forth from his chest, expelling a loud grating sound. He had not seen Cheveyo land incorrectly on her ankle. He had no way of knowing that he had been the catalyst for an injury. Instead, he began to think he had failed. Everything was rushing back to the training camps, the circles, the lodge… and the pit.

As he turned to face Cheveyo again, she had begun to lift her body into the air. She loomed over him, and began kicking her legs out. He just needed to push her over, to make her fall. ‘This is a real sacrifice Lia.’ It was the only thought that crossed his mind as he began to counter. He moved to try and position himself slightly under her. In the process, her hooves rained down upon him. One cracked upon the top of his left shoulder, and he wailed. The hoof had cut into the top part of his left shoulder, leaving a puffy, one inch cut in its wake. The white-ish red flesh provided a stark and painful contrast against the black hairs that coated his body. No doubt it would painful to move, but he was trained, Lia had done much, much worse. However, there was no time to dwell on the injury now, he had to act.

Hopefully still underneath the mare, he reared up, hoping to topple her over by piercing his horn through her body. In the process, Cheveyo had again managed to strike him, this time, her hoof coming down along the right side of his neck. Luckily, nothing more than an uncomfortable scrape was left behind.

As his dark hooves made contact with the ground, Anna called out again. She was desperately trying to connect with him, to make sure he was still him. Biru was too deep into his thoughts to notice, he was too concentrated on Lia. He wanted to make sure that history could not repeat itself.

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