Ilios

Ever since the fight with the bear god Ilios could only think of fighting. The way his blood had seemed to sing in his veins during the thrill of battle. He wouldn't have guessed this was where his life would take him; the life of a warrior. So here he was on this stormy day out searching for a fight; looking for blood. There would be no taking it easy, at least not with a stranger. A twisted smirk, one the young stallion had never worn before, darkened his handsome features. Why was he so excited, so hungry for blood? He had no idea why the he wanted the destruction so bad. He quivered excitedly as he pressed on through the pouring rain. Normally bright golden and teal pelt was dulled and darkened by rain. Even though his pelt was mutted his silver eyes and glowing metal boots shone bright.

He could hear the waves pounding into the sandy beaches, breaking it down crushing it. A shiver of power ran up the sturdy stud's frame. In his blood hungry brain he changed the waves to hooves and bank to bones. He grinned excitedly as the sound of another came to him. Yes, there was another searching for a fight as badly as he was. Judging from how far away the voice sounded Ilios paused head titled. That voice had a ring of familiarity to it. Sudden the image of a tall lithe but powerful black and cream colt forth. A plan quickly formed as thunder peeled from the sky.

He dropped his head quickly bringing up sandy mud to cover his glowing boots. If he could have the element of surprise he might stand a better chance. He took a deep breath after they were as covered as they would ever get. As quickly and quietly as he could the stud raced forward. Honing in on the position the challenge had come from. Adrenaline and anger roared through his young fit body. He was built for power and endurance, thanks to his mustang and draft blood. It also didn't hurt that he was now used to the sucking sand he was racing over. A malicious grin formed on his muzzle as the boy caught sight of Caleb's white face. 'So, he wants a fight? Well he is about to get the fight of his life!'

He tried his best to stay silent and invisible attacking from the rear. He lowered his hulking head sharp black and teal spiraled horn aiming for the stallion's right side. If he could stab and drag his natural sword, he could do a lot of damage in one go. An added bite to the leg would do as well, if he could manage it. When he was right on the stallion, mere inches away, he let out a war cry that rattled his own bones. He hoped blood would spray, hoped muscle and flesh would rip under his sharp spear. Hoped he would win this fight. Once he had tried to stab and slice the stud let himself fly past the ebony ignoring his idea of a quick bite. Why mess with perfection? Planting his rear legs he spun back to face him. The muddy sand he had placed on his boots now gone, washed away like his hoof prints. His sharp silver eyes flashed angrily as he cried again his sides heaving and thin neck arching.
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OOC: Ilios covers his boots in muddy sand as he races behind Caleb. He tries to puncture his right rump and drag his horn down the side. He says screw the bite he thought about and just tries to run his horn through Caleb's whole right side. Then he turns around to face him.
Good luck Bay! <3
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