It was not the boy's fault that he had stumbled upon a grieving beast, but he would take the consequences for the unintended action.

The Dauntless stood behind the thick brush, his head low with golden eyes ablaze, a raging wildfire behind his white-masked face. His breathing was low, controlled, and even. With all years he resided in this herdland built up beneath him he still knew how to stand undetected, despite his recent stint as a vagabond among the wilds. The scents that lifted with the diminishing rain gripped his heart, icy fingers tightening around the muscle that began to burn. The tarnished entrance to his once beautiful home boiled a deep, rolling anger and hatred within the titan. There was no herd here. Isopia was nowhere to be found, his comrades gone like the storm above him. Sweat already began to gather beneath the giant's breastplate. A silent rage rolled off of him in waves, scattering small wildlife and quieting the birds. In his brooding anger, he silently watched the boy move from the edge of the great, thick forest where Archibald was waiting to the open, vulnerable grassland. Loretta lowered her body beside her bondmate, hackles standing high. Her lips peeled back to reveal stained, knife-sharp teeth looking to rip into flesh and tear it from bone. The only sound, the only preparation of the oncoming slaughter was the slight rumble of a growl from the cur's throat and the shifting of leaves to reveal the massive, war-hardened figure of the behemoth.

Once he was in sight, with legs carrying him at an impressive rate of speed for someone his size, Archibald released and earth-shattering battle cry. Loretta was quick on his heels, her amber eyes scanning for the unicorns companions, should he have them. As the pair ran toward the red-stained unicorn, their magics released in unison. Silver tendrils of magical destruction unseen to the eye reached out for the fox-boy, reaching out to grasp his mind and his body. Loretta's magic sought to bring the boy back to his childhood, to his young naive state of mind. Archibald's magic sought to hold the boy in place--for the smaller, lighter unicorn was probably faster than the burly mammoth devouring the earth to close the distance between them. Most of Archibald's opponents were quicker than him, and he automatically assumed this boy would be, but he would not be certain until he watched his movements. The differences is speed between him and his opponents was something the kingly stallion had grown accustomed to, and had also grown to defeat in the heat of every battle.

When Archibald thought the distance was closed enough, he took his first physical attack. His impressively large body turned to attempt to bring him to the other stallion's left side, his legs slowing from his canter to slide slightly on the dewy grass. Archibald did not fear the footing of this area. After all, this was not a territory the monster was unaware of. Every blade of grass, every leaf, every drop of water was as familiar to him as his own being. The Hidden Falls were his and he would forever defend them, no matter if they no longer held together a herd. This boy was trespassing in the golden eyes of the Dauntless, and even though this land belonged now to the wilds, Archibald was going to teach him never to return--as he had taught many trespassers before. Black and white lips peeled away from blunt teeth as Archibald's neck arched and then shot his head forward. Like a cobra striking a mouse, Archibald attempted to place a bite on Sacre's withers. There was no holding back, this stallion was not one of his own, and Archibald was not the wise teacher he often stood as among his warriors and herdmates. No, this stallion was a demon, a warlord, a raging creature with crimson staining his vision. Archibald pushed his shoulder forward, letting his center of gravity drop and his beck legs lift his slightly before lurching forward and toward where he hoped the stallion to be, attempting to ram his massive right shoulder into Sacre's own, left shoulder.

Loretta quickly darted in, snarling as her eyes finally a companion. She tried to stay on the right side of Sacre, snarling and nipping to keep him from balking away from Archibald.

[PC: 1/3 | WC: 731 | Magic:
Loretta: Time slip: another, making them think they are a young child for 30 seconds.
Archibald: Magic: Earth (U) | The ability to turn another's bones to stone, causing immobilization or slower movement  ::  Restrictions | Bones are turned to actual stone; the effects will wear off gradually; in battle, attack lasts for 50 seconds. Can only be used once in a post ]