VALE

He was a silhouette against the setting of the sun; a dark figure against a sea of fire haloed by purpose and self-gain and not by holy divine. He wasn’t a saint or a do-gooder just a sinner marred in his own slow demise. And yet he was ok with that, ok to come down from the mountains feeling the ground level out into the packed dust riddled flats, ok to stand as a challenger called to the battlefields his name shouted out in defiance, answering the dark mare’s commands with his own. The trees stood as their audience, sparse with the grip of winter slowly lightening their brown heavy branches, new life would soon start to grow and unfreeze the stilled lake as Birdsong broke through the clouds. And oh how the dark solider hated it! Too noisy and too bright, he missed the cold as it wrapped around him, sinking into his bones and silence it brought always helped to quiet his mind. But now was not the time for mere longing, focus was now his greatest asset as he regarded his brindled opponent on the battlefield.

Vale had answered the call for opportunity to hone his dormant skills, although it was only in training he would take this seriously, finally some action and a way to earn his keep, if it were ever needed. He eyed the she-warrior with golden eyes, giving nothing away as he appraised her movements like a hunter watching one another seeing who would make the first move. She was young but experienced and the way she held herself told him he would need to be smart about his attack, something unpredictable to catch her off guard.

He smiled as he begin circling weaving this way and that, ever more inching a little closer. Maybe today would be the day someone could knock his arse into the dirt, or not. He always liked the ultimate surprise of a good fight, who would be the victor?

“Let us dance, my friend!” He called before launching himself into the air, muscles contracting and releasing to fly across the ground eating up the space between the two equines, the dust settling slowly behind him. The jagged pieces of his crown lowered to meet flesh, hoping to stain red. As the dark wolf neared the brindled she-devil he skipped to the right at the last second hoping to catch her by surprise and impale the soft flesh of her pretty neck.

Maybe today would be the day he knocked some else on their arse.



"Talking"
OOC:: Birdsong Seasonal Spar | 1/3 Posts | Words:431
Setting: Evening, Birdsong has just begun, the ground is dry and dusty and no more snow remains, the trees are sparse and the lake is still frozen over.
Battle:Vale charges with full speed at Rhiannon but at the last second jumps to the right attempting to impale her neck with his horn.
Good luck to you too! :) @[Rhiannon]