The dragon boy inhales the scent of blood and sweat. It had only been a year or two when he had last been on the plains. That was when he had fought Breckin and he had won. Well, they had lied saying he had won at first. <i>Whatever</i>, he thinks pushing the thought away. Viserion was well confident in his ability to win this one. It didn’t matter if he was not in shape, he would win.
Viserion’s nostrils fill with the aroma that you know it will begin to eventually rain more. The drizzling of rain leaves the barren plain mucky and slippery. He feels the terrain beneath him, already making effort to test out the environment around him. It would be safe to move freely, at least until the rain came.
After checking his surroundings, he looks towards Leilan for any strengths and weaknesses. Leilan is obviously older than him, but age meant nothing. While Leilan stood a bit taller than Viserion, he would eventually grow to be similar height. His comrade is built with several breeds that held more of a muscular physique while Viserion was more of a smaller athletic build naturally. Well… it didn’t seem now after he put on some weight.
There seemed to be nothing obvious on the other stallion that would mark him as a trouble. However, there was always the underlying source of magic. That could likely be a problem. Viserion accepted as it was though, and he was ready to fight.
He makes light of the bow and smile. If anything Viserion wouldn’t mind knocking that smile off his face. When Leilan moves forward at a slow trot, he does too. Matching Leilan’s own parallel direction, preparing for what sort of tricks his brother might have. He wouldn’t be caught off guard.
Coming closer together, he feels the cold air around Leilan instantly—it reminds him of the Tundra—and instantly a smile draws on his lips. The cold would not be a problem for him, but he wouldn’t be able to stay near the other stallion for long. Viserion angles himself to the right, pulling his head in the direction, away from Leilan’s sharp teeth. His mane is roughly pulled on his left side, causing him to be pulled back a bit, but it was better than a missing ear. “You don’t know who you are messing with,” he throws back at Leilan.
Quickly, he turns and shifts the direction of his head, arching neck and muzzle out to get a bite anywhere on Leilan’s own face or along his head and neck since they were at eye-level. He wouldn’t mind grabbing onto the other stallion’s ear for giving-a-go at his own. But Viserion would be sure to tear it off if he could.
Then suddenly, he feels the shoulder bump of Leilan pushing him off-balance just for a second. There definitely would be a bruise there later. Viserion finds his balance quickly, putting his weight equally into his hooves. The feeling of teeth on his scaled-skin is surprising at first, but not enough to cause him great distress. It only felt like a scrapped knee and would just leave a tear of scales later.
The freezing air around him now has become unbearable. He can feel his skin burning up already. By now he sees with his monocular vision that Leilan is almost finishing landing near his haunches. Viserion quickly moves forward (avoiding the cold for a few moments would help) while turning at a slight 20-degree angle. At the same time, he aligns his back with Leilan as much as he can before lashing out a quick, close-approximate half-buck. There wouldn’t be enough time to fully get away to land a hard buck onto Leilan. He hopes his hooves will find contact on the shoulder that is currently closest to him. A blow to the shoulder would cause movement issues or anywhere along the other muscles (deltoids, triceps, and trapezius). If Leilan decided to move forward, his hooves and momentum could leave nasty bruising along the other stallion’s barrel or maybe some broken ribs.
Viserion didn’t stop to see where his hooves landed. The dragon boy continued forward at a quick pace. Leaving a space open between them and allowing his senses to portray where the stallion was and soon enough watching for the stallion’s next attack.
Word Count: 730 (counted above).
OOC: HAHA! Yeah, just for a laugh
Viserion wants to double make sure you know he isn't getting fat!
@[Leilain]
@[Leilan] I can't spell! LOL
Viserion’s nostrils fill with the aroma that you know it will begin to eventually rain more. The drizzling of rain leaves the barren plain mucky and slippery. He feels the terrain beneath him, already making effort to test out the environment around him. It would be safe to move freely, at least until the rain came.
After checking his surroundings, he looks towards Leilan for any strengths and weaknesses. Leilan is obviously older than him, but age meant nothing. While Leilan stood a bit taller than Viserion, he would eventually grow to be similar height. His comrade is built with several breeds that held more of a muscular physique while Viserion was more of a smaller athletic build naturally. Well… it didn’t seem now after he put on some weight.
There seemed to be nothing obvious on the other stallion that would mark him as a trouble. However, there was always the underlying source of magic. That could likely be a problem. Viserion accepted as it was though, and he was ready to fight.
He makes light of the bow and smile. If anything Viserion wouldn’t mind knocking that smile off his face. When Leilan moves forward at a slow trot, he does too. Matching Leilan’s own parallel direction, preparing for what sort of tricks his brother might have. He wouldn’t be caught off guard.
Coming closer together, he feels the cold air around Leilan instantly—it reminds him of the Tundra—and instantly a smile draws on his lips. The cold would not be a problem for him, but he wouldn’t be able to stay near the other stallion for long. Viserion angles himself to the right, pulling his head in the direction, away from Leilan’s sharp teeth. His mane is roughly pulled on his left side, causing him to be pulled back a bit, but it was better than a missing ear. “You don’t know who you are messing with,” he throws back at Leilan.
Quickly, he turns and shifts the direction of his head, arching neck and muzzle out to get a bite anywhere on Leilan’s own face or along his head and neck since they were at eye-level. He wouldn’t mind grabbing onto the other stallion’s ear for giving-a-go at his own. But Viserion would be sure to tear it off if he could.
Then suddenly, he feels the shoulder bump of Leilan pushing him off-balance just for a second. There definitely would be a bruise there later. Viserion finds his balance quickly, putting his weight equally into his hooves. The feeling of teeth on his scaled-skin is surprising at first, but not enough to cause him great distress. It only felt like a scrapped knee and would just leave a tear of scales later.
The freezing air around him now has become unbearable. He can feel his skin burning up already. By now he sees with his monocular vision that Leilan is almost finishing landing near his haunches. Viserion quickly moves forward (avoiding the cold for a few moments would help) while turning at a slight 20-degree angle. At the same time, he aligns his back with Leilan as much as he can before lashing out a quick, close-approximate half-buck. There wouldn’t be enough time to fully get away to land a hard buck onto Leilan. He hopes his hooves will find contact on the shoulder that is currently closest to him. A blow to the shoulder would cause movement issues or anywhere along the other muscles (deltoids, triceps, and trapezius). If Leilan decided to move forward, his hooves and momentum could leave nasty bruising along the other stallion’s barrel or maybe some broken ribs.
Viserion didn’t stop to see where his hooves landed. The dragon boy continued forward at a quick pace. Leaving a space open between them and allowing his senses to portray where the stallion was and soon enough watching for the stallion’s next attack.
Word Count: 730 (counted above).
OOC: HAHA! Yeah, just for a laugh
Viserion wants to double make sure you know he isn't getting fat!@[Leilain]
@[Leilan] I can't spell! LOL