the Rift


New Blood and Old Blood [Kaj]

Caleb Posts: 135
Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17.1hh :: 4yo :: Orangmoon HP: 69 | Buff: NOVICE
Henrietta :: Weimaraner :: None baylee
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The sky was a gloomy slate as clouds rolled in, blocking out the only source of warmth during this frozen Frostfall day. Crystal-like snowflakes drifted from these ominous clouds and towards the ground, which already sported a thick layer of snow. The dark man stood still, his thick fur offering insulation from the cold bite of winter. Stoic and calm, he was as unmoving as a statue. If one did not see his sides moving or hide lids blinking, they would certainly believe him to be frozen solid. Suddenly, with all the randomness of a sunshower, his wings unfurled from his sides and he shook his body wildly, sending the layer of snow that coated him into the air then to the ground. Once relieved of the powdery snow, he strode forwards with what seemed to be all the purpose a horse could muster, though he knew naught of where he was going, nor did he know why, but standing to freeze was a worse idea than aimlessly walking around. After a few paces forwards, his ebony wings have already folded neatly at his side, once more hugging his flanks like a blanket.

From a sort of oblivion came the idea of sparring. He'd only sparred once before on Helovia soil and it had been with a mare. Though Caleb was not sexist, he did want a male opponent this time. A low bugle escaped his dry throat, a call to any horses nearby that wish to fight. For Caleb, today was not about winning, or even crushing his opponent to the ground. Today was about learning for the newly turned two year old. The young titan made no sound further, simply halting once more in hopes for an opponent to approach him on this bitter day.

Spotless orbs continue to scan the area, watching and alert, prepared. There was a chance he would not beat whatever opponent approached today, but there was no chance he wouldn't be prepared. All he heard was the whistling of wind in his ears. Still, he waited for the familiar sound of snow crunching under heavy hooves to alert him of an opponent. In the quiet, he is left to wonder, who's blood shall be drawn on this day? His skin twitched with anticipation and his lips quivered with desire for the taste of blood. Caleb was not usually a blood-thirsty stallion, but the adrenaline that roared through his veins like heroin had already begun to impact the stallion. His breathing pace nearly doubled, nostrils quivering with each large exhale. Regal and proud, he stood as a black dot in a sea of white sugar-like flurries.

ooc: thistle meadow, mid-day, cloudy with snowfall, about 4 inches of snow on the ground where the spar is set, attack 0/3 kaj can go first if he'd like, Caleb is just standing there :) @[Kaj]


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