08-31-2018, 08:19 AM
In autumn, the plains aren't as dusty as they would be in summer; in fact, it is drizzling, and rain will probably follow before the end of battle. The upper layer of ground is a bit mucky, but not yet too slippery to run on. Leilan is relatively slim for a draft horse perhaps, results of his father's lineage overruling that of his mother's, but not enough to hide the extra muscle he carries unlike a Friesian would. In fact, Viserion somewhat resembles Hestoni's build, so he's familiar with that.
He's not familiar with the type of scales the younger male presents, however. The rain gives them a shimmering illumination as the water does not soak him but engulfs him, which reminds the roan of two Kelpies that he knows of. The shark and the mermaid both carry those, but Leilan doesn't know if this has any forte for the boy in front of him. He'll just have to test their resistance to cold, he supposes, as well as their resistance to hoof and tooth. If anything, even without puncturing the skin a solid kick should cause bruising and, if well-placed, temporary lack of air.
He makes a mock bow and grins at Viserion's words, then starts with a light trot, keeping his teeth in a smile just to try to upset the kid. He's not moving too fast, the younger male may yet be faster and it would spill energy before the battle even started. In the end, the both of them are built for stamina, not agility. Nevertheless, he pulls up the frosty aura, an invisible layer of icy cold that hopefully helps divert bites or, if not, chars the attacker's lips with painful frostbite.
Coming closer he notices the scales are particularly thick, but maybe less so on the belly. Perhaps like a lizard. The belly would be an obvious target - too obvious. He focuses his eyes on the prize however, as that is his best way of diverting the scaled male's attention to what he is not actually going to attack; the rim of scales that appear not so densely-plated, the orange ones down below. His head lowers for the supposed attack down there, drawing up to Viserion in a head-to-butt parallel position should the guy not move at all. Since that rarely is the case, he has some alternative movements up his sleeve.
At the very last moment before he actually reaches the black-and-orange figure, his head lifts and snaps in the direction of the boy's ears. Should he not have moved too far from his previous position, this would result in a tearing at the scaled young stallions' left ear, though not hard enough to rip anything off, it would be still painful and distracting. If he had been moving forward, Leilan would probably grasp mane instead to tug on roughly; if all else failed he would snap at the air, still hopefully a distracting sound and motion so near to the head; ears and eyes are approximately at the same height and distance. But he's not done there; "Out of shape is definitely an understatement, lizard boy! Have you ever battled at all?" he laughs.
The gold-clad roan uses his momentum to bump shoulder-first into Viserion after that. If the black-orange youngster hasn't moved at all, this would be shoulder-on-chest and knock some air out of his lungs, though Leilan does indeed expect him to move. In that case he would be landing mid-range along the youngster's left side or even near his haunches: the first would considerably take some air out of the boy's lungs and latter was simply aimed to knock him off-balance and possibly bruise him there. Leilan's teeth rake the scales for a small test - indeed, it does not seem that he will be able to get a hold there.
Another might have gone for a buck, but bucks are boring and predictable to the trickster. But above all, close proximity is his way of forcing his icy aura upon the younger man, and staying in close proximity should cause a pain and wounding, similar to the burning of fire. Horses aren't meant to be deep-frozen after all.
OOC: 'muscular athletic' lol did you add that on purpose
Also playing him as still having just the Frost Aura and nothing else since it was before the updates.
I'm at 701 words, excluding this ooc bit. @[Viserion]
He's not familiar with the type of scales the younger male presents, however. The rain gives them a shimmering illumination as the water does not soak him but engulfs him, which reminds the roan of two Kelpies that he knows of. The shark and the mermaid both carry those, but Leilan doesn't know if this has any forte for the boy in front of him. He'll just have to test their resistance to cold, he supposes, as well as their resistance to hoof and tooth. If anything, even without puncturing the skin a solid kick should cause bruising and, if well-placed, temporary lack of air.
He makes a mock bow and grins at Viserion's words, then starts with a light trot, keeping his teeth in a smile just to try to upset the kid. He's not moving too fast, the younger male may yet be faster and it would spill energy before the battle even started. In the end, the both of them are built for stamina, not agility. Nevertheless, he pulls up the frosty aura, an invisible layer of icy cold that hopefully helps divert bites or, if not, chars the attacker's lips with painful frostbite.
Coming closer he notices the scales are particularly thick, but maybe less so on the belly. Perhaps like a lizard. The belly would be an obvious target - too obvious. He focuses his eyes on the prize however, as that is his best way of diverting the scaled male's attention to what he is not actually going to attack; the rim of scales that appear not so densely-plated, the orange ones down below. His head lowers for the supposed attack down there, drawing up to Viserion in a head-to-butt parallel position should the guy not move at all. Since that rarely is the case, he has some alternative movements up his sleeve.
At the very last moment before he actually reaches the black-and-orange figure, his head lifts and snaps in the direction of the boy's ears. Should he not have moved too far from his previous position, this would result in a tearing at the scaled young stallions' left ear, though not hard enough to rip anything off, it would be still painful and distracting. If he had been moving forward, Leilan would probably grasp mane instead to tug on roughly; if all else failed he would snap at the air, still hopefully a distracting sound and motion so near to the head; ears and eyes are approximately at the same height and distance. But he's not done there; "Out of shape is definitely an understatement, lizard boy! Have you ever battled at all?" he laughs.
The gold-clad roan uses his momentum to bump shoulder-first into Viserion after that. If the black-orange youngster hasn't moved at all, this would be shoulder-on-chest and knock some air out of his lungs, though Leilan does indeed expect him to move. In that case he would be landing mid-range along the youngster's left side or even near his haunches: the first would considerably take some air out of the boy's lungs and latter was simply aimed to knock him off-balance and possibly bruise him there. Leilan's teeth rake the scales for a small test - indeed, it does not seem that he will be able to get a hold there.
Another might have gone for a buck, but bucks are boring and predictable to the trickster. But above all, close proximity is his way of forcing his icy aura upon the younger man, and staying in close proximity should cause a pain and wounding, similar to the burning of fire. Horses aren't meant to be deep-frozen after all.
OOC: 'muscular athletic' lol did you add that on purpose
Also playing him as still having just the Frost Aura and nothing else since it was before the updates.
I'm at 701 words, excluding this ooc bit. @[Viserion]
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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