Air billowed under outstretched wings, whistling in his pricked ears and sending waves of golden white hair flowing like a comets tail behind his proudly arched neck. If only the sun had been shining, to further improve the already elated mood of the stallion. The moon was nice enough, he supposed, as he grinned up at the moon. Its full shape glowed faintly down upon them, providing a little light in the otherwise pitch black darkness. It seemed larger than normal, or maybe he was just high up and imagining things? He had not flown for some time, after his escape into Helovia and the good few weeks he took to replenish his strength.

Glancing down, his mismatched eyes spotted a hulking form below. It was somewhat in the distance, and he might normally have missed the horse completely, but he stood solitary in empty fields, his huge wings tucked over a dark pelt. Something about the behemoth made the young stag curious, and he angled his wings downward. Slowly, he descended in a wide arc, landing a short distance from the stag. He felt immediately as if his presence was known, though he had hardly tried to hide. Slowly, and cautiously, the palomino approached. Something about the strange beast put him on edge, and only when he drew closer did he see the bunched up muscles rippling over his dark bay frame. The bay appeared tense, though maybe it was a trick of the light. Felix stepped closer, until he realized.

This stallion was looking for a fight.

Now, had his twin have been there, the lanky Arabian would have fled in order to protect his younger brother, but as it was, he was alone. The season had filled the air with scents of mares in season, and after running from his problems in his home land, the stallion had been hiding a strange frustration that was alien to him. A mixture of bad decision making and idiocy prompted him to stay.

His opponent towered over Felix, however the smaller framed male was agile and quick thinking. He knew that if the stranger made the first move, he would likely be hit, so it was in his best interests to attempt a surprise attack. Yes, his presence was known, but the stag did not know Felix had chosen to strike. He began to canter, taking a wide circle clockwise around the stag. "You wish to dance?" He asked teasingly, letting out a mocking whinny. As soon as the words escaped his lips, he burst into a gallop; his direction swiftly changed as he turned right at a sharp right angle, charging toward the stallion face on. Before he reached his target he leaped, wings beating hard as he tried to increase his height to fly over the mammoth. As he cleared the stallion, hopefully without injury, he landed and immediatly kicked out with his hind legs. if his bluff had worked, he would be kicking the delicate flexor tendons in the hind legs between the ankle and the hock. The injury would, at the very least if the attack struck, reduce movement in the hind legs. He kicked out twice before bursting into a gallop, trying to get away from any retaliation before resuming his wide circle.

"Speech goes here"