08-19-2019, 02:12 AM
Aten
Warlander/Quarter Horse crossbreed
17.1hh
Companion Animal
It had been quite some time since Aten had the chance to satisfy the burning instinct in his veins, brought on by the years of denying himself the chance to spar against bachelor stallions to try and win his own herd of mares to pass on his lineage and sire foals that would one day grow and spread his legacy across Beqanna’s kingdoms. He had also felt the instincts of a warrior many moons ago when he was a member of Taiga’s protectors, but his time alone had suppressed it until autumn and spring came around.
Now that he felt the rush of the seasons again, and he was entrusted with protecting Taiga’s borders… and there were mares in the kingdom… he felt the call.
And this is how he would sate it. The stallion had approached the plains for a comrade or friend to spar with first, to avoid having any fresh bad blood spilled, and luckily enough, he encountered one that day. Jakub, a friend of his from Tephra’s kingdom, had been wandering the grounds, and Aten approached him without hesitation. The terms they agreed upon were hashed out and, after moving away through the plains so they could spar alone, Aten and Jakub turned to face each other.
The golden stallion admired his friend for a myriad of reasons, one of which was his tenacity. Such a trait made the stallion a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield, something Aten had witnessed before. This would be one test of their fighting skills, though fighting a friend was not the same as a rival or a true enemy. However, this was a good starting point, especially for a stallion that hadn’t experienced this in a while.
Aten faced Jakub and kept his head low as he assessed his options. Jakub, while younger, was of a similar height to Aten, though what Jakub had in speed and cunning, Aten had in strength and stature. The golden stallion’s build was much more rugged and stocky than the finely built black stallion, but both knew that they could not underestimate each other.
Especially Jakub.
Aten didn’t know the full extent of his friend’s gift, for he had not seen it in force yet, but knew it was powerful. Jakub had the ability to shift, and to Aten, that was a rather powerful gift. Aten’s own was unique as well, but unless Turul could somehow start seeing the future, he did not see how his ability would have a strong advantage.
Still, the falcon would help how he could, for he and Aten had made a pact. The raptor was perched in a small tree nearby, ready to pounce and come to Aten’s aid if he determined the stallion needed it. They needed more practice together on the battlefield as well; perhaps this would do the trick. One of many, at least.
Aten pawed at the ground with a hoof as he knew he had to make a choice here. Jakub was facing him down, but had not yet made a move. If neither charged forward to begin this, then their efforts would be useless. Aten decided to get the rock rolling, and as he prepared to charge, he felt his muscle go taut underneath his muscles, his skin stretching to accommodate. Anger flooded his veins and the burn to survive and fight swallowed his mind, Aten’s tail swishing back and forth against his flank.
With the speed of a snake, Aten surged forward and, when he was closed to Jakub, threw his weight on his back legs and reared up, striking out repeatedly with his front hooves to establish his space and push Jakub back to give Aten some room to plan his next move.
@[Jakub]
Warlander/Quarter Horse crossbreed
17.1hh
Companion Animal
It had been quite some time since Aten had the chance to satisfy the burning instinct in his veins, brought on by the years of denying himself the chance to spar against bachelor stallions to try and win his own herd of mares to pass on his lineage and sire foals that would one day grow and spread his legacy across Beqanna’s kingdoms. He had also felt the instincts of a warrior many moons ago when he was a member of Taiga’s protectors, but his time alone had suppressed it until autumn and spring came around.
Now that he felt the rush of the seasons again, and he was entrusted with protecting Taiga’s borders… and there were mares in the kingdom… he felt the call.
And this is how he would sate it. The stallion had approached the plains for a comrade or friend to spar with first, to avoid having any fresh bad blood spilled, and luckily enough, he encountered one that day. Jakub, a friend of his from Tephra’s kingdom, had been wandering the grounds, and Aten approached him without hesitation. The terms they agreed upon were hashed out and, after moving away through the plains so they could spar alone, Aten and Jakub turned to face each other.
The golden stallion admired his friend for a myriad of reasons, one of which was his tenacity. Such a trait made the stallion a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield, something Aten had witnessed before. This would be one test of their fighting skills, though fighting a friend was not the same as a rival or a true enemy. However, this was a good starting point, especially for a stallion that hadn’t experienced this in a while.
Aten faced Jakub and kept his head low as he assessed his options. Jakub, while younger, was of a similar height to Aten, though what Jakub had in speed and cunning, Aten had in strength and stature. The golden stallion’s build was much more rugged and stocky than the finely built black stallion, but both knew that they could not underestimate each other.
Especially Jakub.
Aten didn’t know the full extent of his friend’s gift, for he had not seen it in force yet, but knew it was powerful. Jakub had the ability to shift, and to Aten, that was a rather powerful gift. Aten’s own was unique as well, but unless Turul could somehow start seeing the future, he did not see how his ability would have a strong advantage.
Still, the falcon would help how he could, for he and Aten had made a pact. The raptor was perched in a small tree nearby, ready to pounce and come to Aten’s aid if he determined the stallion needed it. They needed more practice together on the battlefield as well; perhaps this would do the trick. One of many, at least.
Aten pawed at the ground with a hoof as he knew he had to make a choice here. Jakub was facing him down, but had not yet made a move. If neither charged forward to begin this, then their efforts would be useless. Aten decided to get the rock rolling, and as he prepared to charge, he felt his muscle go taut underneath his muscles, his skin stretching to accommodate. Anger flooded his veins and the burn to survive and fight swallowed his mind, Aten’s tail swishing back and forth against his flank.
With the speed of a snake, Aten surged forward and, when he was closed to Jakub, threw his weight on his back legs and reared up, striking out repeatedly with his front hooves to establish his space and push Jakub back to give Aten some room to plan his next move.
@[Jakub]