ilios

He could feel the worry, that wasn't his, coursing through his heart. The stallion smiled attempting to send her happy thoughts, and share in his raging excitement. Since their bond was still new the stallion was having issues figuring out how to give her the confidence he harbored. Ilios knew that even if he lost he would still learn something important. Losing could only make you smarter, faster, stronger, and more determined. Quietly he tried to put up a small wall so she wouldn't break his concentration. He loved her, but she really needed to learn to trust him. Fighting was a part of their life and she had to watch to learn that he would end up just fine.

It wasn't that long before an opponent found their way up the mountain to join him. He took in her scales curiously trying to quickly find a chink in her armor. She was considerably taller than he was, lithe and agile. He would have to keep her close to match her speed. He had been graced in the stregth department with his thickly muscled frame. It took the teal dipped stallion a moment to get over how odd she was, scaled spiked tail, and so very fish like. A shiver ran through him as excitement and determination pulsed through his blood.

He was ready to either open a can of whoop ass or have it opened on him. He rolled his powerful shoulders quickly keeping his wings open wide, using them as a ploy. 'Come and get it you great hooved goldfish!' As if she could hear his thoughts the fish mare dove straight into action. Her bellow was answered with his own angry challenge. If she seriously wanted to get filleted, he would happily oblige.

Drawing forth every strategy he had locked away the stallion waited for her to draw closer. He braced for impact as he noticed too late where her eyes were locked. Pain erupted through his wing joint and wither as her horn connected. He could vaguely feel the fear trickling in from Isabella, but he shoved it away attempting to focus. Anger and pain raced through him hot as lightning as blood splattered his side. Her curved blue horn had done it's work; lucky for him she hadn't lived up to her intentions. Rage reared up as her horn sliced, cutting much deeper than he had hopped.

Silver eyes glinted with his rage as he turned his own head trying to use the mare's momentum against her. He ripped his wing up, out of the way, before aiming his sharp black and teal twisted horn her side. Her tan and blue shoulder was even with his head by the time he got into position. He prayed his horn would be honed enough to cut into her scaly hide.

As she rushed away from him he called up every last ounce of agility his thick frame had. He tried to turn to the left and chase her down. He couldn't let her get away or she would continue to carve him up like a juicy Thanksgiving turkey. He lowered his head and braced his neck trying to catch up and slice her right rear leg eyes aimed for the hock. That would slow her down for sure, if his aim was true.

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Words;; 556
OOC/Tags;; @Aquila
1/3 attacks
Injuries: Has a deep gash on his upper shoulder(lower wither) all the way to his wing joint.

Summary: He moves to late to avoid her horn, then lowers his head as her shoulder reaches his face and tries to cut her as she runs past(the cut would be on her right side). Then he tries to turn to the left and chase her down trying to keep up and cut her right hock.
Set in the Heavenly fields, early morning, sun is just over the horizon, clear day, warm but not hot, field is clear of large obsitcals.

I'd sell my soul just to see your face.
And I'd break my bones just to heal your pain.