Biru

As he ran towards him, that is when Biru was able to make out his costume. It was crude; upon his back were tied feathers. They were in an assortment of colors. Biru wondered how he managed to find that many feathers. Did he kill Pegasus and birds? That would be a lot of animals suffering for one costume, and he could feel Annabelle become irritated. There is no reason for hurting defenseless animals! Her thoughts continued to roll, becoming more angry at the thought. What if he needed hide? Would he have killed her to get it? Biru, while approaching, softened her thoughts a little by reminding her that they had a lot of time to prepare. Vale more than likely had time to collect these feathers from molting birds.

His mask, however, was another story. As Biru aimed his horn in, he caught the sight of the mask out of the corner of his eye. In a flash, he was greeted with a hacked version of a bird face. Biru shuddered; actually a little scared of this man. Biru was aiming for fun loving, while this man… he seemed to be trying to portray some artistic version of death.

There was no time for questioning costumes, as the blood was flowing now. Biru managed to cut into Vale’s neck, and his blood began to fall from the wound. They were in close quarters now, and Biru watched; laughing, as Vale’s horn managed to cut through nothing, unless air counts. However, when he reared into the air, he was able to push Biru out of the way. Vale’s neck hit Biru’s jaw, clacking his open, red grin closed. It crushed part of his tongue, causing pain to radiate on the inside of his mouth. Nothing had been severed, but biting your tongue hurt! Annabelle, feeling the pain, bleated out to him. Biru kindly reminded her that he was okay; Biru came from a life of this. Fighting here, compared to back at this Pit, was nothing. This was practically a cakewalk!

Moving towards Vale’s left, Biru shifted his shoulders to avoid Vale falling on top of him. The last thing Biru needed were hooves to the shoulder. That would hurt like heck, and not to mention walking would become a pain! Hoping Vale had not moved much, Biru reached out towards Vale’s left shoulder, attempting to clench onto flesh with his teeth. Hoping he had done damage, Biru then attempted to grab at Vale’s wing, and pull it off. He was a unicorn, and it was bad to pretend you are something you are not! Not to mention, if he was lucky, maybe the string would cause some pinching along his body! Annabelle bleated boldly from the sidelines; she was so proud of her bonded. He could do this! For Ivy, she wasn’t such a bad partner, and for the Joker, he was good at pulling out his tricks.

This fight was the first on in a long time that Biru enjoyed. Not only that, but he was able to share it with the one who understood him most. Annabelle, feeling his thoughts, just bounded around in agreement, around the area where she was when she started. It was nice that she enjoyed being with him so much, and honestly, Biru was starting to like her idea to bring him here. He sent her a little mental thank you, and he could feel her entire being grow smug; she was always right.

[583 Words :: 2/2 Attacks :: vs. Vale]
[Biru is dressed as the Joker, and Annabelle as Poison Ivy. Annabelle tries to summon the dark mist companion ability for cerndyr, while Biru tries to run at him straight on and impale his neck. Attack 2: Biru attempts to bite his left shoulder, and pull of his wing.]

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