Abraham was privy to the female's approach before she reached his side. He saw her coming towards him with reptilian eyes, seeing simultaneously through green and fiery orange. The monstrous beast turned to face the demi-girl as she closed the space between them. She stayed silent, even as her golden eyes examined him and his companions, and Abraham looked her up and down skeptically. It had been many seasons since they had met outside of the caverns, and when she began to argue senselessly with a black and white mare, Abraham saw himself out. He was no stag to be stuck in between the quarrels of fools--no matter how pretty they were or how they drooled over his draconian queens. It simply was not anything the behemoth could bring himself so low as to suffer. Dark brows furrowed and knit together over his bi-hued eyes as he met the girl's scrutinizing gaze, though she seemed to nearly look straight into him--or, even over him, as if he were some monument for her to gawk at. Above him, Gwyneverre held tight into his mane and let loose a small, rumbling growl, a dignified sign of her questioning hostility towards the woman. Brienne, on the other side of Abraham's withers, flicked her tail some and gently trilled towards the death-marked mare. The brilliant gold's curiosity nearly outweighed the white's viciousness--but it did not mean, in any way, that the gold was not also a force to be reckoned with. 

Isopia--a name unknown to Abraham--did not waste time in making her intentions known. The words fell from her lips like liquid butter, and instantly they pleased the leviathan stallion. A smile, dark and menacing and proud twisted the man's face as his neck instantly arched. Oddly colored eyes danced over the tribrid's frame, watching as her muscles tensed as she moved. Abraham was trained well, his parents before him were mercenaries of excellent skill and highest regards on the battlefield.  He was taught to watch each muscle twitch, each step, each glance of his opponent--take in the evidence to form a theory of what might happen next. And so, the mountain did just that. A wall of rock suddenly hardened before her as she shot forward. Tucking his chin, Abraham moved to his left, hoping to end up parallel to Isopia's right side as she moved forward. Following suite, the monochrome beast lurched forward. 

Carefully, twin horns aimed to slice down the woman's right side and shoulder--perhaps her delicate wing--as she raced toward him. His intended assault did not come without consequences, however, and he felt the impact and sting of colliding with her stone wall send heat and pain to the point of his right shoulder instantly. Where the woman was slight and Abraham was rodust, she overtook him in speed--but surely he outmatched her in strength. Finishing his attempt at a horn-scrape, Abraham shot his neck and head forward with quick precision, hoping to snap his teeth shut clean and hard on the woman's right gaskin. He grunted, but even with the bruise forming beneath his white shoulder, he refused to wince, to show the pain that radiated out through his muscle and tingled down towards his knee. He was strong, he was a monster, he was a son of hellion that would not be brought to kneel before anyone's hooves. Your horns are shields, he could hear his mother's voice ringing in his head, the image of her blue-grey body fading behind his dark lids, just as they are weapons to wield. Massive hooves dug into the moist, white sand beneath the thin water, propelling him forward. He wondered if this place would prove to be a wise place to battle, or if the sands that seemed to hold him now were just as slippery in spots as the water made them appear.

His dragons, in tandem, snapped open glorious wings and took to the sky above him. There was no trouble with communication between the two dragons, for even though their minds were not connected through their shared bond with Abraham, they were sisters of the same species. For Brienne's first real fight, her actions defected to the commands of the more experienced white. Gwyneverre hissed darkly as a water-dragon appeared before her, and she flew forward toward the girl, attempting just to go straight through the harmless phantom of herself. The white dragon dove towards Isopia's left wing, and from the depths of her belly she released hellfire aimed for the demi's feathered appendage. Brienne, unlike her more upfront sister, opened her jaws to merely freeze the water-dragon before her, but made no assault--not yet. Vibrant green eyes watched, and wings moved her in circles above the dancing trio, mind reeling and waiting for her turn. 






[PC: 1/3 | WC: 798 | Magic: [ Magic: Dark | Skin excretes a neurotoxin ] :: [ Restrictions | Restrictions: Symptoms include hallucinations, loss of motor control, sense impairment and cognitive impairment for 30 seconds in battle] | Abraham will begin showing GLL symptoms in his next thread. @Isopia ]