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The electric jolt Ciceron had given him seemed to have shut down Ezital's higher thinking. He was faintly aware that he was yelling at the stallion, and that his hooves were pounding into the earth at even intervals. He couldn't recall exactly when he'd started running, but it must've been long enough to make him this out of breath.
He drew to a stop, shaking his head to clear it. A nagging feeling in the back of his mind made him look around the meadow that spread in every direction. The fog in his mind cleared pretty quick once he registered the heavy grey mass of muscle galloping straight for him.
Oh shit.
Ezital's slender legs scrambled underneath him as he dove out of Ciceron's path. He was almost too slow, scant inches between them as the stallion blasted past him. His tail might have a few less hairs than it had moments before, thanks to Ciceron's gnashing teeth. The wounds must've slowed him down a bit.
He was forced to do some more acrobatics to twist out of the way of the other attacker, which he could see now was a big silvery cat. Her hide was lashed with deeply black whip marks. Tiger, his mind supplied for him.
The thunderous expression gracing the grey stallion's face gave him pause. Whatever Ezital's intentions were when he'd ventured out here with Ciceron, he hadn't meant to anger him. But no, anger wasn't quite the right word. There was an undercurrent of something in his fearsome gaze that Ezital couldn't understand.
He suddenly became aware of the copper tang of Ciceron's blood coating his mouth and lips. The stallion had been pretty clearly toying with him, perhaps giving him a chance to flex his muscles a bit. That's what he'd wanted, right? The only real damage he carried was where the stallion had been startled by his appearance and struck him. The rest of his wounds were superficial and would heal quickly.
Perhaps he'd gotten a bit carried away when he'd bitten Ciceron. It was difficult to tell from this distance how deeply he'd torn him, but it was still bleeding freely. There was a good chance that he would bear a crescent shaped scar there for the rest of his life.
A flicker of regret poisoned the triumph he felt at besting a horse like Ciceron. He considered running again, this time to leave Helovia for good. Hadn't he come here to learn to fight? How much more was there to learn, after he'd landed a solid hit on the bigger stallion? Surely there was little out there that would be bigger or more formidable than him.
But even as he considered it, he knew that his bite had been more luck and good timing than skill. There was still much to learn. When he returned to the wilds, he didn't want to scrape by like he had, he wanted to thrive.
"Truce!" He called to Ciceron and his tiger, while they were still regrouping. He cocked a hip, as if to prove that he wouldn't try to jump the stallion again. "Let's go back to the falls."
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Words: 528
Injuries Sustained: Heavy bruising on left side, superficial lacerations on neck.
Summary: Dodges Ciceron and Kiara's attacks, then offers truce to them. :)
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[JUDGED] Digging The Trenches [Cic x Ezital]
