Mesec seemed incapable of existing at any point in time and not being in conflict with part of himself. For so long, this had been the norm. Well, not this particularly - he had never fought with Zero before, had never started to feel the prick of consciousness while the warg was in control and become aware of what he was doing. Before, all those shifts before, he had relied on the information from Lucius and those who had been around at the time. He had been a third party to his own destruction.

In one way or another, Mesec always seemed to hate a part of himself. He just never expected that part to hate him back. Mesec-proper began to struggle against the hold of the beast, shouting in agony as he saw through the monster’s eyes that the teeth had found their mark and ripped into Zero’s flesh. He could feel the sensation in the shared mouth of him and his monster, knew that the blood that they tasted was his friend’s.

And the warg relished in how Mesec was disgusted, tormented, by that realization.  

Before either of them could do anything about it, before the warg could dig its teeth in deeper or before Mesec could try to wrestle control, Zero fought back. That massive blue wing came shooting at the belly of the warg, knocking the breath out of it with a yelp and breaking a few ribs as it went falling backwards and away from the colt. With haggard breaths it scrambled to its feet again, snapping at Lucius who dived in again and ripping out some of the feathers from the zephyr as it tried to avoid those dripping jaws.

Silver eyes flashed with anger as all the warg thought of was ripping that pesky wing right off - leaving the boy more of a cripple than he already was. The fact that this fight was dragging out longer than it should was infuriating. Wincing at the movement, the warg had the thought to tug at one of the amulets Mesec carried with him and smashed it in its jaws - releasing the blood contained within it. Pain wracked the warg for a moment as the magic of the blood worked on its body - not healing everything but doing enough so that his breathing became easier and it would be easier to move without risking the broken rips puncturing something vital.

Mesec was becoming more aware but the warg was not running out of anger and remained stronger, eyes blazing with bloodlust and hatred for the crippled boy who was fighting back and doing well at it.

Invigorated as the pain from the Kaos blood and injuries faded away, the warg charged again - leaping and throwing itself at Zero's wingless side and attempting to use the powerful mass of its body (equal to that of Mesec in his true form) to knock the young horse over. It needed to regain the advantage in this fight and pinning that wing so it could later be torn apart was high on the priority list.


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used Kaos amulet