Today's the day, the very important day...

Today - or, rather, tonight, as the sun dies on the distant horizon and the moon rises to take its place - is the day the black monolith bloods himself in battle for the first, but definitely not last, time. This is the day he will feel the flesh of another horse beneath his hooves and jaws, the day he will finally get to put his childhood training into action and kick some shit. He has pushed himself above and beyond his nature-given assets to turn himself into a bona fide war machine, a creature both parent can be proud of. He fought in the God battles, of course, and they were glorious, but they weren't the same as one-on-one combat with another of his species.

The lust and masculine need that flows through his body, from head to balls and back again, is perhaps what drives him towards his first fight so soon after his second birthday. If he cannot sate himself with a mare beneath him, he will do so by testing himself in battle, which is the only thing that comes close to satisfying the feral desires that eat him up from the inside. He needs something, anything, to take out his immense sexual frustation upon, by whatever means necessary.

He is not alone in his excitement. Vérzés soars next to him, blasting great beams of ice from between his jaws and releasing savage howls of glee, turning corkscrews in the air and using his forelegs to rip twigs off trees in preparation. Whilst Volterra's testosterone drives him to pursue the merest scent of a mare and to take out his rampant rage on any object and creature he can, the dragon's hormones push him towards hunting, and he is always to be found with a strip of animal hanging from his jaws. Tonight is no different, and the red cuts an eerie sight with tattered hunks of flesh hanging like banners from his teeth.

It is fitting that the black giant has returned to the scene of his birth to complete his first battle. The Heavenly Fields have changed little in the last two years, save for a slightly different coating of grass to the one he and his twin fell onto when they were forced from their dam's womb. The beast finds himself a wide clearing, with few obstacles to interrupt his full-blooded warfare. The ground underfoot is springy and dry, and the cool air lends itself to perfect battle conditions. Throwing back his head, ears slicked back into his roiling mane, the stallion releases a savage battlecry, calling for an opponent. Any opponent, but ideally male - God knows how he'd cope exchanging sweat and blood with a woman. ""

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@Aaron spar! I'm fine with magic and companions if you are! Set in the Heavenly Fields during the evening c:

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