It was both sickening and satisfying, the feeling of his horn penetrating the sensitive flesh beneath the ivory wing. It spread, like a coral-dipped sunshade, over his thick neck while his massive spike drove into the muscles. At first it was easy, tearing through tissues; but, as he buried the cleaver further into the wing’s pulp, the muscles gripped and halted his horn, holding him in a raging embrace of self-preservation. His thick, loosely spiraled horn was an ebony plug to the blood that he could almost feel well against it.

Cream ears tilted back, both away from the unearthly scream that ripped from the malevolent rose and towards the rush of silent birds that took flight in fear of such a sound. A spike of remorse pierced his belly— and prodded the beast into full wakefulness. Azure eyes sparked, then darkened as they narrowed, not even flinching at the next screech that tore from the wounded white dove. Massive hooves dug into the cool soil, shoulders rippling in the dappled and fading light of the shortening Orangemoon days, as he resisted the masochistic yank of her wing. Her impressive appendage managed to pull him a few breaths closer to her side, but the massive weight of an Elephant could not so easily be moved. So he allowed her to dislodge her wing from his horn, grotesquely gratified as the tissues and feathers slid up its length.

He then lunged once again, seeking to ram his chest against her shoulder— too premature was his attack and so too late did angry azure eyes catch the gaping of ivory teeth that bared down towards his head. His lunge brought his face higher, placing the length of his nose rather than his eyes in the path of her bite. Both her momentum and his combined, meeting in a sickening crunch that was his nasal bone dorsal concha giving beneath such monstrous forces.

The floodgates opened. The highly vascularized tissues of his nose gushed a river of red, flowing freely from his ebony nostrils. The crimson was bright against his pale muzzle as gurgling breaths tried to bring bubbling oxygen through the stream. There was so much of him that needed breath, and now so little space in nostrils— even less as some blood was sucked into his airway. A choked groan muddled through his gurgled breaths, ears pinning flush with his skull.

He dropped his left shoulder and staggered sideways, trying to bring his forehand and injured face away from her. The small abrasion on his chest twinged, but he barely felt it. Vision clouded with pain and mind muddled with the inability to take full breaths, his haunches gathered and flung both back hooves toward the pale mare in a mindless, instinctive attack of her already wounded side. But, truly, the Elephant was more concerned and focused on breathing than if his massive, punishing hooves connected with their intended target.

However, the only true fear that surfaced in him was that, in the face of such struggling for oxygen, both he and his demons became one.

A:2/3
WC: 517
Damage Tracker: lightly scraped chest; broken nose/nosebleed;
Summary: Her teeth/jaws crack his nasal bone + little bones under it resulting in super nosebleed. He tries to turn his shoulders away from her and double-barrel her wounded-wing side. @Orithia Sorry for the delay!