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Posted on Jan 10 2018, 7:53 PM.
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Kyrian

I've been running with the wolves,,

He was on the mend. Both mentally and physically, the black roan was doing better. His swift defeat in the marble colosseum had left its mark on the tender ego of the young stallion. The results were a testier nature concerning certain aspects of his prowess as well as a greater humility toward those with more experience. The knight of Lyrus had been an honorable opponent even if the draft was still chaffed at having lost to an elder. Other life events, of the sweeter and more tender kind, were driving him to grow too. It was becoming increasingly difficult to relish the solitude he had once thrived in. The rogue was beginning to look at the herd lands with more interest than ever before. A glint of ambition sparking in his citrine gaze each time he stared across their invisible boarders.

All this musing was done on the run, or more accurately a brisk walk. Cloven hooves flexed and gripped for the rocky path beneath the snowfall as the pegasus steadily gained altitude, his wings nestled upon his back. He would have increased his pace but the snow disguised holes and loose rocks. Besides, he was still strengthening his left forelimb after its injury. High above, the sky was filled with nimbostratus clouds of gloomy gray coloring. Glimpses of the pristine blue horizon peeked through in tiny portions alongside shafts of yellow-white sunrays. The land below reflected the feeble light until the afternoon was set aglow in the winter wonderland way. Tasting the air, he pondered if it would snow again. The branches of the conifer shrubs braving the steep ridge were already laden with their frozen burden and the weak ones would likely snap with any more weight. Grazing was scant beneath the cover, too. Any uncovered by swiping away the snow was brittle and hardly enough to fill a hungry belly. At that moment a shale broke loose under his left hind-hoof and brought his attention strictly to his footing. 

Successfully reaching a summit the heavy built stud paused to lift his roman sloped skull and savor the view. It was breathtaking. Opening his resplendent wings he stretched them straight up. The dusk hued feathers ruffled luxuriously before folding against his back and flanks. The indigo streaked forelock and mare rustled when he kinked himself to nuzzle at an itch upon his withers. His leonine tail hung in a relaxed position but was high enough that the ombre hair covering the underside didn’t touch the ground. The feathered tip flicking this way and that. Sighing with relief when the rogue managed to get the spot he unwound to face the view. "I wonder if a certain nymph would come this far," he murmured aloud as his thoughts turned toward a certain sapphire maiden. 

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Posted on Jan 11 2018, 1:45 PM. (Edited: Jan 11 2018, 1:45 PM by tantibus.)
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His mind was growing restless, becoming a haven for all things dark and twisted. This was nothing like the sex-driven fiasco that ran his life before he bumped into Khadeeya, and yet it seemed to have been born from it in some way. That part of his life was something the man was indifferent to, however, and this is where the biggest difference arises. He was not particularly happy about the meaningless life of one-night stands, but he was not displeased with it either. Now, though, now was different. This life that he was beginning to create, a life of things altogether more sinister and sadistic?
 
He was enjoying it.
 
One had to find some way or other to fill the gap a lost lover leaves, especially when their loss is not through choice but the cruel claws of death. Unfortunately, it just so happened that Tantibus had found his solace in self-destruction. He had barely belonged to the lands of Elysium a few months and already had lain with countless mares, both willing and coerced, and drawn shame upon his Lyrus Knighthood. This was unbeknownst to both Syrilth and Kodarki, of course, for the beastly stallion suspected if they found out then his title mightn’t remain for much longer. Lucky he was practised at keeping secrets and travelling under the radar.
 
Dragon’s Ridge was an intimidating setting for most, but the stallion was unfazed even if he was beginning to get in over his head. Something about the way Tanti was starting to carry himself suggested this ‘attitude’ was in for the long haul and wasn’t about to reach a climax any time soon. There was nothing to tell quite what the beast might’ve been planning, though you’d be intelligent to bet it wasn’t anything good.
 
His cloven hooves were sure-footed on the cold rock of the ridge; his tufted tail swayed curiously behind him in similar character to a tightrope-walking cat. The strings from which his piranha skulls hang have been wrapped tightly around the prongs of his bone antlers, for their constant clinking together was becoming both an annoyance and a distraction on his climb. The cold failed to bite at the man’s exposed flesh – he was too hardened to climates of near-every distinction. The look in his eyes today was almost maniacal, though he had no plans to be carried out at this moment. They were far too meticulously planned: he was too intelligent of a man to make rash decisions. One might worry for the creature, or creatures, he should be destined to encounter on the ridge-top this afternoon. I would not suggest that worry is the right emotion to be entertaining, for in his unpredictable manner, I would believe that quite anything could happen.
 
It would not be the first time Tantibus has taken us by surprise, after all.
 
His lithe thoroughbred frame allows the stag to arrive promptly at the top of Dragon’s Ridge, surveying his surroundings and taking due note of the coloured Pegasus ruffling his wings a few metres away. He stifled a snort at the creature’s contorted form as he reached around to scratch an itch, and began to approach with his head held high enough to at least close some of the distance between the height of the two horses. ”You quite fancy yourself and those wings, don’t you, mister?” he leered, his voice gruff and taunting. One might expect him to be hoping his new acquaintance was not a fighter, for there were certain advantages to be had in both height and, well, flight. But Tantibus was either too much of a masochist, or too much of an imbecile, to give two shits whether this stallion would try to fight him or not.

Kyrian notes: oooOoO I wonder what will happen (also /tells tanti off for swearing)


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Posted on Jan 11 2018, 11:04 PM.
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Kyrian

I've been running with the wolves,,

Attention shifting from the scenic view toward the source of an unfamiliar voice addressing him, the draft possessively resettled his wings at the brusque remark. Indeed, with their enormous wingspan and striking coloration, the feathered wings were an asset to him. Both eye catching and efficient, the roan couldn’t have traveled nearly the whole of Elysium in so short a time as he had without them. Besides, the thrill of flight was unlike any joy found on the ground. So his expressive orbs narrowed suspiciously when they landed upon a lithe built stallion lacking wings but sporting impressive antlers.

Blinking, the pegasus realized that the antlers were actually attached to skull on top of the equine’s. It was situated on the stranger’s head similar to a mask. Decorated with crimson symbols that were akin to the red motifs upon his shoulders, the rogue mistrustfully peered into the empty eye sockets of the fallen stag to see if he could catch the gaze of the newcomer within the shadows. As the other stallion continued to approach the thicker built stud turned to face him and answered the jeer with a deep rumbled reply, "As a matter of fact, I do." It was a tad vain but a smug curve graced his onyx lips when he simply tilted his head upward to look down his nose at the slightly shorter copper and black male. It was arrogant and not something he typically did, but it gave him an instance of prideful satisfaction that had him puffing his chest. Usually the baroque male would dip his head in respectful greeting and position himself in such a way that acquaintances didn’t feel so small, but his first impression was that this stallion wouldn’t be easily intimidated.

"I do believe I could say the same about you and your ornaments," he drawled. The sharp eyes of his flicking pointedly toward the fish bones and casually drifting down the false face to the exotic markings. Ears swiveled back, not aggressively but haughtily, as he flicked his unique tail. The wealth of russet and silver streaked forelock trailing over the stranger’s brow seemed excessive to the short mane stallion, his forelock barely reaching the whiskers above his eyes, and he nearly made a comment about priming and pampering with fillies but held his tongue in check.

This surliness was uncalled for and he released the pent up hostility with a sigh. Sable audits flicked forward while he plastered a charming grin on his mug. The genial stud sucked in the cool, fresh air in an attempt to rid himself of the spite. He was uncomfortable with being so easily riled so he reached inside himself for the affable nature that wasn't too far beneath the surface. Introducing himself with a slight nod of his head, citrine gaze never straying from the deft looking visitor, "My name is Kyrian. Have you come for privacy or would you prefer some company?" Either bode well with him. Striding toward the trimmer male, he peered inquisitively at the stag skull and its designs all the while trying to see beneath it surreptitiously.

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OOC | tantibus wow, Kyrian was a bit of a grump, haha! Definitely curious to see what they think of each other. 
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Posted on Jan 13 2018, 1:39 AM. (Edited: Jan 13 2018, 1:40 AM by tantibus.)
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Now, Tantibus was conceited but this was perhaps in rather a different way to what the definition suggests. He knows he is handsome, now even more so in his rugged, war-torn way; he knows he is intelligent, brutal, skilled on the battle field and in other regards; he knows he is the sort of man that you would want to be, kill, or kiss. But in his knowledge of this, he is silent.
 
What is the use of arrogance if you will flaunt it in every which way you can? There is none. Arrogance in itself is a trait, a weapon with which to take your enemy by surprise and beat them down with a final blow. By enemies, of course I mean by majority vote the women he tries to get into bed. There would be no use, no benefit to him walking up to a pretty woman and telling her “I know I am beautiful, wonderful, now will you please sleep with me?”, for she would likely kick him in the backside and trot off to a man who treats her like the princess she’s always dreamt of being. No, the correct tactic is the silent approach. Sweep the woman off her feet with effortless charm and a confidence that suggests not of egotism and dominance but entices her to believe she is the only thing he wants in the world and he will do anything in his capacity to get her. From then, she will simply become another scratch in his tally of imbecilic mares who fell for his dastardly ploys. But that’s of no loss to him now, is it?
 
For the dark chocolate beast, there is no ruffling his magnificent feathers or tossing his wild mane to the wind with a smug grin pulled across his face. There is no “I am the best, I know it and you know it and why would we even try to argue about it?”, but he takes quite notable amusement in watching the precise same behaviour when it is practised by others.
 
The stallion’s grin grew wider and all the more devilish when his new friend couldn’t help but give his wings another shimmy. It almost seemed to be an involuntary response, like when you talk about bugs and begin to itch, or about yawning and suddenly everyone begins to feel tired. This poor, poor soul, so caught up in his self-importance that it has become fodder for his reflexes. He could tell, too, that this man was feeling some kind of superiority in the few inches he held above Tantibus. Well, it was not the nightmare stag’s fault that this stranger felt it necessary to over compensate for some things.
 
At the first of this man’s accusations, Tantibus raised a mocking brow. ”Save your tail swishing and feather shimmying, brother,” he retorted, ”Can’t you tell I don’t swing that way?” there was enough of a lilt in his voice to suggest it was not an entirely serious comment, but it wasn’t exactly said with enough jest to be jovial, either. That is to say, it was not a joke intended to lighten the heavy mood in the air between them. It wasn’t until after the Pegasus sighed and began to speak again that Tantibus realised what he was doing. This was not some man with pent up anger, ready to start a petty insult competition with a complete stranger, but rather a man with at least a little dignity he desired to keep.
 
Shame Tantibus wasn’t particularly in the right mood for conservation of dignity.

”Tantibus, to you.” he could’ve nodded, but didn’t think the gesture appropriate given the words due to follow from his tongue. ”Well, I could tell you to fuck off, but I guess that would be rude of me given you were here first, wouldn’t it?”
 


Kyrian aah man. he's so angsty he's embarrassing me


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Kyrian

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When the other stallion’s tart riposte made his topline hackle, the dusk winged pegasus needed to take a deep inhale to maintain his intent at being amicable. Silently, he released the lungful through his flared nares. The rogue knew that any comment defending his actions - tail swishing or feather ruffling - would only give more fodder for this smug stallion to use against him. Kyrian could usually take a decent amount of teasing, jibbing, and taunting, but he wasn’t feeling particularly gracious toward this stranger. Who is no brother of mine, his thoughts fairly hissed. He simply gave a scathing onceover to nonverbally confirm that the feeling was mutual; he shared no amorous inclination toward this male nor did he toward any other, for that matter. So, even though his dark lips pressed tightly together and his ears shifted half-back, Kyrian maintained an air of attentiveness by maintaining eye contact. He was inwardly proud that his citrine orbs weren’t narrowed given his level of apathy at the moment.

The moment was short lived. Promptly after announcing his calling, Tantibus, the skull masked stallion proceeded to insult him and those sunfire bright eyes narrowed in vexation. By the skin of his teeth he avoided spewing forth an equally obscene response. He couldn’t stop the curl of his upper lip though. It gave a repugnant façade to the baroque stud as he bared his blunt teeth. Deep timbers rumbled from between the clenched teeth with ill restrained irritability, "Indeed, that would be rude of you, Tantibus." His mood further deteriorated from his good intentions much to his dismay. The temper that used to be hidden so deep within was easily provoked and he hated that.

Stamping a cloven fore-hoof, the draft sneered, "You seem to be spoiling for a fight. Is the little miss giving you such a hard time at home that you seek out random bystanders to harass?" He meant for the statements to come out more humanely, a genuine inquiry about the other fellow's wellbeing; however he was too off balance. The winged equine took great pleasure in being a shoulder to lean upon for friend or acquaintance, but it seemed that this wasn't the case for his newest encounter. He kept getting his roan coat rubbed the wrong way. Trusting his perceptive instincts, leonine tail flicking side to side, the brute continued to approach the lean built stallion. Steadily, his gait didn’t bring him within striking distance while he angled to circle the copper coated male. If Kyrian loathed anything it was injustice; a bully, a thief, a tormentor, a tyrant, and this stranger was giving off a distinctly hostile aura. It was more than his bitterly standoffish choice of words. The slender warmblood held himself a certain way. Was it simply arrogance or was it purposefully antagonistic? Whatever the meaning of his posturing, the muscular rogue intently watched his unexpected company and kept his deceiving amble. Those thick limbs were actually quite ready to spring into action if necessary. 

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OOC | tantibus Thank you for waiting so patiently <3 
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Posted on Jan 16 2018, 10:16 PM. (Edited: Jan 16 2018, 10:16 PM by tantibus.)
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He had to commend Kyrian’s efforts to stay calm, quite frankly. It was obvious that it was taking the man some concentration to keep from snapping or lashing out, which was more than could be said for Tantibus himself. The thought that, before Khadeeya’s passing, he might’ve been friends with this stallion didn’t even cross Tanti’s mind. He was rather oblivious to their likelihood in nature, even, for the cruel minded ghoul of mourning had fully flooded his conscious.
 
Slowly, it appeared this winged beast was unravelling. Tantibus took a moment to revel in pride that he had made such quick work of Kyrian’s undoing; whether or not it was a true undoing given the man’s usual nature, he could not know, but something in the stranger had evidently clicked, and perhaps Tanti was about to bear the brunt of his annoyance. And even if this was the case, he would let it be. Then, Kyrian brought up the subject of women. A dangerous topic to say the very least. If this man had known what he was getting into by approaching such matters, he never would’ve let those words slip from his tightly curled lips.
 
The emotional mourning of his wife’s death was a phase finished long ago, but that was not to say he couldn’t be triggered by it in any way. He would never admit it to anyone, much less likely to himself, but any sort of subtle reference to her would rile him up in ways otherwise unimaginable. With quite striking speed his blood began to boil and what faint glint there was left in his dark eyes disappeared. He did not scowl, for his anger was something he would not admit but only show in his cruel methods of entertainment. He had not come here for a fight, nor had he decided he wanted a battle when he saw the man, but intentions were oh-so-easily changed. Now, his teeth found themselves grinding against each other, desperate to feel the satisfying softness of flesh tearing beneath them. His hooves itched to feel the give of a fractured skeleton as it cracked under impact. Even his own skin trembled at the idea of feeling pain again.
 
Pain was becoming quite the obsession to the masked man. The whys of it are quite ambiguous, but perhaps it’s something to do with feeling alive again. Khadeeya was his heart, his soul, his reason to keep living, so it was only natural progression that once she was gone something died inside him. Now, pain reminded him that he was alive and capable of feeling: the woman was not all there was to him, he could survive without her. Again, these were sentiments even he was unaware of, but with time they may creep up on him. Eventually.
 
He remained quiet as Kyrian approached him slowly, circling round him like an animal might to its unsuspecting prey. Of course, that would be from a much further distance and likely camouflaged – Tantibus was well aware of the situation that was likely to go down next. His lips were pursed in an unflinching maniacal smile, eyes following the gentle flicking of the pegasus’ tail. The two shared funny similarities in their tail and cloven hooves, though of course it appeared to do nothing in efforts of uniting them.
 
”Now tell me,” he deflected the conversation from the subject of ‘his little miss’ by mirroring it onto Kyrian. ”Would your little miss be pleased if I sent you home with a bloody nose and bruised knees?” a jesting snort flared his ashen nostrils beneath the skull on his crown. He began to join the circling, watching Kyrian’s poised limbs intensely with a subdued excitement and very little anxiety.
 
”Have at me, big guy. Give me your best shot.” 

Kyrian oh man oh man oh man i love this thread so much!! feel free to jump straight into it. as long as no serious injuries are had (basically nothing beyond semi-deep scratches/bites/lameness) i'm a-okay with anything! just wanna save the big injuries for his 'grand finale' hehee. obviously only if you're okay with tanti lashing out back, though, but of course i'll stick to whatever injuries you're okay with, too <3


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Kyrian

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Acutely aware of subtle changes in mood and body language, the draft let a wickedly devious smirk settle on his mug when his antagonist seemed to withdraw into himself. It wasn’t that Tantibus gave away any outward signs of aggression, such as a flare of nostrils or flattening of ears, but the initial lack of response had Kyrian deducing he must have struck a nerve or happened upon the truth during his scathing inquiry. Thus far the skull masked stallion was proving to be a silver tongued viper. Each of his clever responses was barbed to rile and now the athletically built stud remained silent. Oh how sweet and satisfying the silence was to the black roan.

Only the whisper of the winter cold breeze skimming along the peak interrupted the unwavering rhythm of his hoof beats as he continued his half-circle approach. The indigo tipped mane and forelock ruffled in the wind. He let the smug grin soften until he settled with a neutral expression. His exhaled breath swirled from his nostrils in wisps of pale plume, easily dispersed until the next breath. Burnished citrine orbs narrowed when he noticed the shiver of his opponent’s pelt. Beneath the nasal bridge of the deer bone the dusk winged equine caught sight of teeth bared in a fierce grin and an answering anticipation filled him. Finally close enough to peer within the eerie holes to the eyes beneath, the baroque male saw a glint of hazel and noticed streaks of crimson weeping from the corners. It felt as though his blood began to sing and heat with excitement at the prospect of sparring. Finally the tassel tailed brute found his voice again and Kyrian arched his neck to better tilt his head to keep the speaker within his sights. A short-lived laugh erupted from his ebony lips at the attempted jab. The rogue doubted his beloved would be pleased to find him injured again but the thought of his sapphire lady as a “little miss” was comical. She was too radiant for such a paltry title. Just the thought of her mellowed him even as the cadence of his heartbeat encouraged him to be brash. Yet he hesitated.

Watching as Tantibus joined him in circling, the pegasus snapped his tail from left to right at the provoking invite of giving his best shot. They were like two bucks sizing one another up before locking antlers. The temptation was there to answer the goad. He was in a foul mood and the setting was idle. They were alone without anyone the wiser of their feud. All it would take is a determined lunge and they would begin their fight but a small part of him continued to rein him in. The youthful stud wasn’t ignorant of the fact that his rival appeared to be well seasoned. Scars adorned his bronze coat and his wounded pride refused to be bested again. Nonetheless, he knew his skills wouldn’t progress if he refused to try again.

A feral curl to his lips, Kyrian’s ears loosely swiveled forward at an idea that popped into his head: no rules would be applied here. This was sure to be a dirty, gritty fight and he was suddenly eager to strike the first blow. Tossing his head away from Tantibus, the loner essentially displayed that he didn’t consider the other stallion a threat despite the opposite - he was cautious of the lithe stallion. He remarked in a disinterested tone over a winged shoulder, though he fairly sneered the epithet, "You know what,Tanti, I think I might just like a souvenir for my lady to fawn over." While he spoke the pegasus relaxed his wings to allow for maneuverability. At the last word, he flared the feathered appendages outward as he twisted to charge perpendicular to his foe. The bulkier stud aimed a little ahead of where Tantibus currently was in order to accommodate for any forward momentum, though the agile stallion had the potential of moving backward, to the left or to the right and not simply forward. Really the options were limitless and Kyrian was merely settling for one. Blunt white teeth were exposed as he aimed to grab hold of the other stallion’s crest and strike the nearest shoulder with cloven hooves toughened by the continuous burden of carrying a heavy body. Kyrian's goal wasn't to incapacitate or brutally harm. In fact, he didn't know what he wanted except to revel in the chaos and rely on his instincts during the next exhilarating moments. 

 
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OOC | tantibus why is Kyrian being such a jerk but, more importantly, why am I enjoying it so much? Hahaha~ But same goes for Kyrian when it comes to wounds. I would prefer his wings not get severely injured and no eye gouging but scratches, gashes, heavy bruising is all fair game. Beat him up! c:<


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Posted on Jan 20 2018, 9:45 PM. (Edited: Jan 20 2018, 9:50 PM by tantibus.)
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His foe seemed to have realised he struck a nerve. The momentary quiet sealing Tantibus’ lips was evidently telling of his sensitivity. True, a nerve had been struck, but likely Kyrian didn’t know quite what he was invoking by stirring the beast’s temper. 
 
Whimsical flurries of white breath swirled between the circling pair as they eyed each other up and down. It was a shame, really, there were no passers-by to watch the event go down. No doubt it would turn out to be quite the spectacle. It seemed as if the two would be well matched – for what Tantibus lacked in height and bulk, he made up with in toned muscle. True, he did not have feathered wings but he did possess hardy antlers and his cloven hooves were the slightest bit sharper than hooves of an ordinary equine. Tanti’s eyes were still locked fiercely onto his new opponent’s form, faultlessly tracking each miniscule movement he made towards or away from him. His ears were pricked and tense, listening for any signals and movements his eyes mightn’t have been able to spot. As he followed Kyrian in the circle they had inadvertently mapped out for the ‘arena’, his body was tense and poised to both attack and receive attacks.
 
By this point, to be honest, it is ambiguous as to what the stallions were even intending to fight about. Perhaps the chocolate stallion had not gone about the situation of conversation in the right way, but he had grown to enjoy fighting in a particularly sadistic manner. Maybe his foe felt the same way, maybe not, but regardless they were both involved in the initiation of this meaningless spar. With Kyrian’s battle experience evident in his form and attitude, it is likely that another day he might’ve proved a worthy friend or acquaintance of Tantibus’, but Tantibus was not in the right state of mind to be make any friends lest they were as fucked up as him. And he wasn’t about to admit that he was any kind of fucked up.
 
His expression was unmoving as Kyrian’s twisted into a gnarled smile, he was focussed more on the anticipation of his best hit. After all, he had incited it. Sure enough, with startling immediacy the stallion charged him after rounding off his last word. There was no time to offer a snarky response lest Tantibus might’ve found himself on the floor. His paced track remained on course in his circle – he could tell this was what Kyrian was counting on for his first blow. As a blur of coloured wings hurtled towards him he brought his front legs up into a tall rear, guarding his head, chest and the underneath of his neck with thrashing front hooves. Kyrian’s teeth grazed the underneath of his barrel, likely to cause a little uncomfortable bruising, but the antlered stag failed to avert the wrath of his opponent’s cloven hooves. Kyrian’s hooves connected with the bulk of Tantibus’ left shoulder, tearing a considerable gash through his flesh and leaving it to bleed a vibrant crimson over the existing red of his angular markings. He did not wince in pain, but rather threw his head higher to the clouds and let out a deranged snort of laughter. The pain radiated through him with a deep, warm sensation that he could only manage to find pleasure in.

”Why, my dear Kyrian,” he mused as he ceased his legs from thrashing and twisted on his hind legs to face the stallion at an angle, ”Are you saying I would serve as a better man for your woman to fawn over than you would?” he threw himself back down to the ground, forelegs outstretched and aiming for the divot between Kyrian’s withers and his rump.  When his hooves hit the rocky underfooting once more, his head followed to dip his nose to the ground. ”Because I can’t disagree,” his voice was low and mischievous as he brought his head back up, bony antlers intending to strike the tender flesh between Kyrian’s chin and his neck. Tantibus’ blood was running hotter and hotter, but he was having more fun than he’d had in months. 

Kyrian apologies, I feel like it's a bit muddled. but Kyrian grazed the underneath of his stomach, just behind his front legs. It'll probably bruise, and his hooves struck Tanti's left shoulder. Tanti aimed to bring his hooves down behind Kyrian's wither, possibly attempting to break skin or heavily bruise, and then brought his antlers up beneath Kyrian's chin to try and break the flesh. <3


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Kyrian

I've been running with the wolves,,

A brutal dance commenced. The sound of hooves thundering across the snow covered ground filled the winter quiet air. Clumps of snow and pebbles were kicked up from the powerful strides of the charging draft. A gentle soul was misguided by empty taunts and distraught enough over other life events to bask in the chaos of bloods raging fire. These actions would never be taken back and all too soon the smack of flesh hitting flesh echoed from the ridge. Sable ears that were pinned to an indigo streaked mane didn’t seem to notice. The collision course had been a success. Hot breath swirled from flared nostrils, turning to vapor because of the cold. The scent of crushed pine lingered. A hastily attempted trajectory was accurate enough that Kyrian triumphed in getting the first strike even though his teeth snapped shut at the jarring impact – missing the tantalizing flesh of the other stallion’s neck but reaching flesh elsewhere. It was a glancing graze since Tantibus had reared at the last moment to remove his face and poll from reach. All the while the foe actively guarded his underbelly by striking out with his forelegs yet Kyrian managed to secure first blood.

The baroque stallion hadn’t realized that one of his coven fore-hoofs had managed to dodge through the tangle of legs and lash against the shoulder he had aimed for until the scent of blood pierced his onyx nostrils. Given their close proximity, the smell was so pungent he could almost taste the bittersweet tang of it on his tongue. Memory of any other scent fled from his mind. First, a moment of exhilaration raced through his blood and he reveled in the glory. Then the snort of the beast engaged with him brought reality crashing down and Kyrian realized the gravity of his actions. Time seemed to hold still, his thoughts whirling, yet rush by all at once as his citrine gaze belatedly noticed a fast approaching hoof.

What have I done? A grunt slipped from his lips as the cloven appendage of his opponent struck him during his moment of hesitation. The pegasus had been yielding to gravity, both forelegs lowering to meet the ground at the same time, and the masked stallion caught his cannon bone on the downward arch. A length of hair was scraped off to reveal skin, which burned against being exposed to the frigid temperature, and began to ooze trace amounts of blood. The minor flash of pain and his sudden realization dulled the adrenaline enough that he recognized the faint ache of his own shoulder and forelegs where the warmblood had successfully hit him without breaking the skin. It would be after the fact that he feels the full effect.

 
Tantibus was taunting again. His barbed words didn’t nettle the rogue as powerfully this time. Though the roan remained capricious for he was snared by the allure of letting off more pent up frustrations as he watched the other stallion pivot. Misguiding what the copper male was aiming for, thinking he was targeting his wing, Kyrian shied to the left with a new surge of adrenaline and his hip took the brunt of the blow. At first the hoof was glancing off but he tucked too far and an edge caught on the flesh. Silver-gray hair parted as the muscle split open like a gruesome red grin. Thankfully, the laceration wasn’t deep though it was of noticeable length. The resplendent wings had flared open to stretch high overhead, out of reach. "No quite," he hissed between gritted teeth, jerking his head upward when Tantibus’s thrust his head up. The black and ashen stallion went into a half rear while turning his head to the right. His wounded hip twinged with pain but that only fortified him. Involuntarily his orbs closed at the sight of the antlers rushing to tear into his cheek causing him to instinctively offer the minor protection but it didn’t let him see the tine that slashed his temple. The hot trickle of blood leaking from the scratch had his eyes snapping open.

"I enjoy her tender ministrations," Kyrian snarled as he brought his skull down with the force of his full weight. From his half rear, the brute was attempting to head butt his adversary. This attempt had a purpose. It was used to potentially bring him too close to the buck’s skull to be gouged by the antlers. The stud didn’t want to retreat and get gored in the process so he figured pressing forward would be the best course of action. As he came downward, the winged equine brought the raised appendages tight to his back and aimed his hooves for Tantibus’s right kneecap. It was as if the amiable stud hadn’t had a second thought. He was caught up in the heat of the moment again. He was savoring the anticipation of the next move. "So bring the hurt." Had another taken witness, they may have observed that the stallions were startlingly elegant if they could ignore the stark brutality as they went about their duel.

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OOC | tantibus so intense!

Kyrian's wounds: Scrap on the front of his left cannon bone, a decent sized gash on his left hip, a scratch above his right eye near the temple, and bruising of his shoulder, chest, and forelegs that he won't fully notice until the dust has settled.

Kyrian's attack: He is trying to smash his forehead against Tantibus's. He is putting his full weight into it while he also aims to jar Tantibus's right foreleg - specifically the kneecap. 
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Posted on Jan 24 2018, 2:47 PM. (Edited: Jan 24 2018, 2:48 PM by tantibus.)
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His body was coursing with red hot adrenaline. It had been so long since the man had been engaged in battle, and for this testosterone fuelled scrap to come about so easily was nothing but a blessing. Each time the other stallion came colliding with Tantibus he couldn't help but feel a surge of ecstasy in the pain. It reminded him that he was alive, that he could feel. The battle itself reminded him he was powerful and dominant - not that he particularly needed any more reminders. Perhaps the pain also served as a sadistic self punishment for letting Khadeeya slip away from him and not yet avenging her death.

Perhaps the pain simply was him avenging her death.

The skull faced beast was fighting against internal urges to scream at his opponent, begging for more pain. Dig your heels into my flesh, sink your teeth into my neck, please, please, more, more. But he knew such begging would not serve him well, and only paint more crazy into the self portrait he was beginning to adhere to. Not only did he find satisfaction in the lacing of new wounds across his already war-wounded body, but in the connection of his own limbs with the soft flesh of Kyrian's. The battle was a cacophony of thuds, scrapes and deep grunts of pain as each man refused to surrender for the sake of god forsaken pride. The battle was fruitless but it was clearly provig itself to be some sort of therapy for the both of them. 

There seemed to be a moment of hesitation in his foe just before his cloven hoof took a length of skin off Kyrian's front leg. He wondered briefly if the stallion was about to back out, but instead of retreating he came closer, his tilted forehead angled paralell with Tantibus' own. The man figured out what his opponent was doing and did not move to dodge him. Instead, he thrust his own skull up and forwards to meet the man, colliding their crowns together with distinct force but at least attempting to divide the blunt impact between them both. He might suffer a later mild concussion as a result, but it was only fair that Kyrian would face possible similar repurcussions, too. He couldn't help but chuckle as the stallion hissed and spat his words, fighting with the effort to keep his ground.

While Tantibus' antlers remained locked and unusable between his own head and Kyrian's, his front legs and tail, at least, were free and usable. The pegasus lashed out at his right leg, his hoof connecting just beneath the knee and causing the stallion to stumble just slightly, though he lost no purchase on the rocky floor or his connection with Kyrian's head. It was possible the leg would be fractured, but he was too caught up in the adrenaline to notice or find himself particularly bothered. He clenched his teeth together and brought his long leonine tail around with a fluid motion, finding it just long enough to attempt to hook behind Kyrian's front legs and bring it forward to trip him over. Relying on the man's approaching unsteadiness, he spun on his front legs, embracing the pain of his gouged shoulder as he moved, and backed up enough to thrust his hind legs under Kyrian's barrel. They aimed for his left stifle, hoping either to break the skin or dislodge the bone. 

"I must say," he grumbled, wincing only now as the graze on his underbelly began to sting in consequence of his aggression. "I am happy for you that she is not here to see you lose so badly."

Kyrian !!!

wounds : kyrian succeeded in smashing his forehead against tanti's, but tanti noticed and pushed his in response. he will suffer aching/mild concussion after the fight. kyrian's hoof connected just beneath tanti's right kneecap, possibly fracturing or dislocating the bone. not enough to disable movement, but will cause considerable lameness and pain.

attack : ^^ thrusts his head back against kyrian's in attempt to cause at least some of the same pain he will experience in his own head. sweeps his tail behind kyrian's forelegs to try and trip him over as he twists around and bucks, aiming his hooves to kyrian's left stifle with the intention to cause a flesh wound or dislodge the joint.


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Kyrian

I've been running with the wolves,,

Head wounds bled profusely and the gash on his right temple was no exception. Droplets of blood gathered with the sweat and drizzled onto his black lashes before dripping to sting his right eye as he rushed downward. Aware that Tantibus appeared to be racing upward to meet him, the pegasus pressed his tongue to the roof of his mouth in an attempt to prevent cracking his teeth when they hit. The ornamental designs on the buck’s skull became hazy just before impact and the roan caught a glint of fierce pleasure in the eye of his opponent that surely matched his own manic delight. Then smack! The two opposing forces collided with a crack of flesh hitting bone. Kyrian’s weight coming to a jarring halt once his hooves hit the ground with their heads locked.

Vision winked out to an all-encompassing blackness that left the rogue wondering if his eyes were opened or closed. Blinking his lids rapidly he realized they had been wide open. White sparks were firing at the edges now so, unwilling to give ground when he was disoriented, the draft leaned into the pressure of the shorter stallion to keep his charcoal brow pressed to the hard mask. The blood on his forehead made the skull slick and he gritted his teeth to keep balanced. Thankfully none of them felt chipped or cracked as his tongue prodded them curiously. Slowly Kyrian realized his hearing had vanished too because a faint buzzing was suddenly growing louder as noise returned – an internal hammering that must be his heartbeat and the harsh gasp of his inhale. With a grimace he thought to himself that this was going to be a headache for the ages.

Unaware that his hooves had made contact with Tantibus’s cannon bone, the winged equine felt an unquenchable urge to sneeze at a tickling in his nostrils and blasted air through them only to have the indisputable understanding that blood sprayed out. It was entirely likely his nasal bone fractured when he’d hit the skull covering the copper male’s head. Concussed as he was the loner was finally seeing vague definitions as his sight came back with a dull aching but it came back too slowly. A light pressure at his fetlock became a sudden, strong tug that unbuckled his knees. Stumbling forward the brute caught footing just as the lithe stallion finished his pivot and struck out with his hind legs. Groggily, Kyrian managed to buck up his back legs as he swished his leonine tail, flaring the feathers at the tip, to keep balanced while they tangled limbs. Tantibus struck the robust left leg and abraded the fur along the hock and cannon bone to expose more skin, but the hearty build of the draft kept his joints intact.

Once the hind limbs hit the ground, Kyrian flicked an ear toward Tantibus to catch what the other male was saying and released a bray of laughter while pushing off despite the twinges of pain. The baroque draft intended to come up alongside the taunting male and aimed to slam his shoulder into his foe to off balance him. It wasn’t very creative but he lacked clarity of thought at the moment considering the ringing in his ears was growing louder. "If she was here I wouldn’t be stuck with your sorry excuse for company, now would I?" he rumbled flippantly. With another snort to clear the blood from his still bleeding nares, the black and silver beast extended his neck to reach and try to bite into the glistening sooty flesh of the warmblood's neck. If he was going to taste blood, he might as well try to mix it with that of his adversary.

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Posted on Jan 27 2018, 1:45 PM.
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His limbs were beginning to grow tired but his head was not, and nor was his unprovoked anger. It was only now that Tantibus was beginning to notice blood dripping from the various wounds that Kyrian had inflicted. But the wounds were far more painful than they should've been given their size. In a brief lapse before Kyrian threw his next blow, Tantibus glanced back over the shoulder that the other stallion had lacerated and saw something quite different than crimson blood seeping over his skin.

It was glowing orange and black, and appeared to be smoking. It appeared his lava blood was back - for some reason it had only just begun to surface, as if there was an excess of ordinary blood that his body had needed to rid itself of first. The lava seared the skin beneath it - his hide was tough enough now for the magma not to cause blistering and hair loss, though the pain was just the same. He grimaced against the vivid burning sensation and steeled his gaze, fixing once more on the battle he was knotted into. Kyrian looked somewhat bewildered by the crashing of their heads together and it certainly shed a moment of pause between the two. While Tantibus was certain even himself that the concussion would come quite vividly and unpleasantly later, it appeared the impact had hit his opponent immediately. This was currently to his advantage, though likely once the battle was done and his own concussion hit he would regret colliding his head with Kyrian's with such force.

His hooves failed to connect with their target, instead scraping a meagre amount of skin from his foe's cannon, and as his back legs hit the ground once again he was caught off balance by a slamming into his shoulder. It was the same shoulder as his likely-fractured leg, and he found the limb struggling not to crumple beneath the pressure, shivering as his body swayed to the side. He was so focussed on remaining upright that he missed the incoming bared teeth and allowed them to sink straight into his neck. He knew if he pulled away then more harm would be inflicted - it was all he could do to try and distract the man, instead. He flicked his head to the side, the tallest of prongs on his antler aimed directly for the stallion's eye. He, too, bore his teeth as, whether or not his antler made contact, he then contorted his neck at such an angle as to put no tension on Kyrian's teeth, but so he could aim his bite for the tip of Kyrian's ear. 

Through gritted teeth, he snarled, "If she was here, what is to say she might've realised her mistake in bedding herself with you?" if he his lips had been free to do so, he would've flashed a taunting smirk, "And in fact realised that she'd rather I entertain her instead?"

Kyrian MAN i feel like this post is a mess, but hey. also as with the lava blood, this can't hurt kyrian. and i only just remembered him having it and asked the staff, so i thought i'd bring it in now <3

injuries - further impact to his fractured leg will likely increase later pain, and put him off balance enough to not notice as Kyrian managed to get his teeth directly into his neck. further injury depends on how long Kyrian keeps his teeth there -- as of this post he is still biting xD also minor burning from his lava blood, which will not blister or burn off the skin but is just as painful as a 2nd/3rd degree burn and will leave minor scarring.

attacks - aims a prong of his antler into kyrian's eye, and tries to bite off the top of his ear on the same side.


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Kyrian

I've been running with the wolves,,

Echoes of faint buzzing continued to fill his ears, the sound coming from inside his head, and his sights were hazy at the edges, especially when he moved quickly. Yet Kyrian remained enlivened by the battle. His heart was beating a rapid rhythm against his chest and his lungs burned with each breath. The ebony limbs ached from each strike and threatened to tremble. It was only the hours upon hours of rigorous regimens that gave him the stamina to continue. The pain was acting like an incentive, urging him on. The sweat and blood staining his brow were reminders to keep vigilant. And still his blood sang. It was a rarity that he could let loose like this and he luxuriated each agonizing, blissful moment. His self-righteous anger had faded to a simmering desire to win.

A strange scent filled the air. Charcoal nostrils rimmed with blood flared to catch the burnt-flesh odor and burnished gold eyes narrowed in fleeting puzzlement, but the draft was quick to dismiss the detail as he felt nothing akin to seared flesh upon the many pains currently ailing him. Instead he focused all his attention on the brute beside him as they collided, shoulder to shoulder; enormous wings were lifted out of the way. The pegasus lashed his tail in satisfaction when his teeth sank into his opponent’s flesh and he clenched his jaw trying to rend the tender mouthful. Kyrian was so absorbed with his task that he failed to notice the approaching fork and, though he attempt to pull back, the strong deer bone slashed his right temple, down across his eye, and skidded against his cheek bone – his effort had been too late. The attack was more frightening than painful since he couldn’t see through the red film and had to simply squeeze the lid firmly shut. The draft had reflexively jerked his head away, belatedly, from the dangerous antlers and the offensive warmblood’s succeeded in setting his teeth into the roan’s poll. A notable amount of flesh could be extracted with the wrench of the head.

Uncomfortably close to an ear, Kyrian felt his skin twitch and prickle as the other male spoke around his mouthful. The rousing words had him snorting with disdain. The baroque gave a final tug in an attempt to get Tantibus to release him before loosening his jaw and surging upward in a rear, uncaring if he lost precious tissue in the process. "You can’t even entertain yourself," he sneered as his right foreleg tucked up close to his underbelly then lashed forward determinedly toward the copper stallion’s face. The heel of his cloven hoof aimed to do damage wherever it could. The rogue buffeted his dawn hued wings to keep upright when his left side hampered his mobility. Regardless of his desire to see, through the blurry slit of his left eye, if his battering succeeded the fatigued limbs sent him back down and into harms reach, where he stumbled before catching himself.

"Have you had enough or shall I continue?" An acrid taste had filled his mouth after biting the masked stud. It was as if he tried swallowing a live coal but no burning sensation filled his maw. The strangeness paired with the scent of charred hair had Kyrian uncertain. He didn't know where it was coming from. His sights were too poor to notice the unique oozing of his opponent's wounds. 

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OOC | Sorry for the wait, tantibus! Let me know when you want to have their impromptu fighting come to a finish. Kyrian is surprisingly determined to continue. 

Injuries: | Scrap on his left foreleg’s cannon bone, a decent sized gash on his left hip, a scratch above his right eye near the temple, and bruising of his shoulder, chest, and forelegs that he won't fully notice until the dust has settled. From head butting he may have fractured his nasal bone and definitely has a concussion that results in momentary: lack of vision, ringing in the ears, and discoordination; lasting: headache and dizziness. Left hind leg from hock to cannon bone is abraded with bruising. From the tine of Tantibus’s antlers a slash is made directly over Kyrian’s right eye spanning about an inch above and an inch below. Though the vision is currently blurry and may continue indefinitely, he won’t lose the eye.

Attacks: | He clenched his jaw around the mouthful of flesh and attempted to tear into Tantibus’s neck. Then he rears and strikes with his right foreleg in an attempt to hit Tantibus with the heel of his cloven hoof.



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Posted on Feb 10 2018, 4:24 PM. (Edited: Feb 10 2018, 4:25 PM by tantibus.)
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In some sick and twisted way, the stallion was finding unbridled pleasure watching his opponent struggle against the instant concussion he'd received upon the impact of their heads. He was finding considerable entertainment, too, in the blood he himself was losing, but that was more a matter of fucked up masochism than the enjoyment of watching the suffering of others. 

Even more satisfying was the feeling of torn flesh as the branch of his antler hit its target and the man squeezed his eye shut against the blood that streamed from the new wound. His teeth remained clenched around Tantibus' neck, but the stallion had found purchase on the flesh by his ear and so they had met some sort of a stalemate. As the pegasus tugged backward, Tantibus grimaced as a small chunk of his flesh went with him. It would leave an impressive scar for certain, though the hole should not remain indefinitely glaringly obvious. The wound quickly filled with seeping lava, blistering the tender flesh exposed now to the bitter air. It was a peculiar sensation, the agony making way to the winter's cold wind and then to the stiflingly hot burns of his magma blood. Tantibus was forced, too, to release his hold on Kyrian lest he'd be dragged with the heavier stallion as he went for his next attack. The antlered stag spat his mouthful - whether it contained flesh, blood or merely his own bloodied saliva, at the skull of his foe and pulled a snarl across his features.

"Oh, but I am finding this mightily entertaining." his mouth dripped with the taste of copper and he spat again, at the floor. He was mistaken in first hearing the potential submission of the stallion, his gaze still fixed to the floor as a cloven hoof came hurtling towards his crown. Tantibus pulled back on instinct just enough to prevent any fatal impact, but it was unfortunate the hoof then found purchase on the exposed flesh of his maw as opposed to the skin of his skull, protected by the boned mask he wore. A slash tore its way through his right nostril, a wound which would scar most obviously and potentially not even fully manage to heal. 

With one last surge of anger and exhilaration, Tantibus threw his body against the other stallion as he stumbled on his landing, thrusting his chest into the man's and staggering forwards as he tried to throw Kyrian further off balance or considerably wind him. He brought his right foreleg up, attempting to knee his opponent in the tender flesh of his belly before backing off and regarding the stranger with a bloodied smile.

"You look sufficiently beaten up to me," and he was not succumbing to the pain of his considerable injuries. Neither man was incapacitated but it was clear that might be the result should they continue. While he was mightily fucked off by this entitled stranger, he wasn't quite stupid enough to find himself knocked unconscious, even if he managed to achieve the same in his own attacks. "Run tell your darling wifey that the bad man in the mountains hurt you, won't you?" he grinned, voice husky as he fought against the acrid taste of his own burning blood in his throat, "Do let me know what she says."

Kyrian i figured if we kept on going it might continue for.... ages xD feel free to throw in a last attack!

injuries: - bruised/mildly scratched undercarriage
- fairly deep gash in his left shoulder
- concussion to come later from the impact of their heads
- potentially fractured/dislocated right leg causing lameness and severe discomfort
- increased pain in his right leg, throwing him off balance
- chunk taken out of the underneath of his neck which will heal over so as to not leave a hole but will leave an impressive scar
- gash above his right nostril, tearing through the outside. this will also scar and the gap will likely not entirely heal.
- minor burning/blistering/scarring from his own lava blood on shoulder, neck, nostril and the inside of his mouth.

attacks: throws himself into kyrian to try wind him and knock him off balance, then tries to push his knee into kyrian's under carriage to further wind or cause pain/bruising.


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Kyrian

I’ve been running with the wolves,,

During the flurry of strikes, lunges, and buffets, Kyrian’s rear resulted in having his poll torn. Just below his ear, slightly back by his crest near the hairline of his mane, the brawny grasp of his foe’s teeth succeeded in rending the silver coat and top layer of skin from the meaty flesh as Tantibus pulled back to avoid being brought up in the rear. In the shape of a jagged ellipse the gruesome wound wept bright red rivulets of blood and sticky, clear plasma. The superficial injury would scab over and leave a considerably darker spot upon the ash-flecked neck. Currently, the wound saturated his neck with its viscous liquid and stung with prickling, inflamed pain at the contact of air. His own fur and blood splattered against the roan’s shoulder as the stag-masked stallion spat out his mouthful.

A grizzly, smug curve lifted charcoal lips stained crimson at the most satisfying feeling of hardened hoof slashing through tender tissue. No sound informed him that the hit had been quick and clean. It was the sudden presence then absence of warmth that let him know he had been successful, as his sights were clouded. The whistle of the air being disturbed by his swiftly dropping leg, then the sound of it clomping as it hit solid earth, was barely heard above his harsh exhale and the buzzing in his ears. Euphoria rushed through the rogue’s addled mind. Aye, he mentally agreed, this has been quite the diversion. Black spots swam in his blurry vision and burst with white sparks as he stumbled. Blinking sweat and blood from his citrine eyes the draft was able to see through his left orb. Cocking his head, he saw the stark droplets and splatters of russet against the snowfall littering the ground before his gaze settled on the lowered head of his opponent.

The baroque stud sucked in a much needed breath only to have it expelled abruptly by the ramming of Tantibus into his chest. Having scarcely settled his footing he found himself pressed off balance and had to recover by following the momentum backward. His impeded vision flared with darkness and his head throbbed horribly at the lack of oxygen. Awkwardly hopping his hindlegs and hobbling on his left foreleg, the dusk winged pegasus was further winded at the gut wrenching slam of a knee to the barrel. A choked rasp worked its way out of the dark stallion’s bloodied nostrils. With a feral grimace, the pegasus snapped his wings forward in a last attempt to bash into Tantibus with bruising force. He was too disoriented to aim. 

Cloven hooves skidded on a piece of loose shale since the blood smeared beast had continued to step back. Now his heel poised on the edge of their impromptu sparring ring and he coughed for breath. Becoming aware of the soreness spreading across his robust body, Kyrian slowly lifted his head to his lofty full height and returned the toothy grin to his adversary. The porcelain white teeth were stained by blood and his pink tongue traced the short canines before he sealed his onyx lips. Sable ears were flat against his indigo tipped mane as he rested his left hip by standing on the tip of his split hoof. "Likewise Tanti-colt," he practically purred. The thrilling adrenaline was slowly dissipating from his thrumming veins. His heartbeat was still an eager drumbeat though he couldn’t seem to open his right eye, the lid having swelled shut.

Leonine tail flicking with amusement Kyrian tossed his head back to release a throaty laugh at the jibe. Ending with a chuckling groan, for his head throbbed, the draft was fairly certain he was delightfully inebriated by the exhilaration of their fight. He felt oddly loose limbed and giddy, even though his body felt like it was burning with pain from bruises and worse. The stout form refused to move an inch when he intended to stalk forward. "Hurt me?" he raised his voice in false alarm before breaking off into a teasing tone, "I thought we exchanged love taps." A very small part of Kyrian wanted to invite the brute to the House of Mischief for a healthy dose of alcohol, because they would both be feeling like aching old nags for the next few days before their real recovery started, but he simply shifted his weight and eyed Tantibus with his left eye. Instead he went for a shallow barb to return the favor of this presumptuous stud, "Who's to say I don't go find your little miss and enjoy her gentle ministrations?"

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OOC | tantibus I must agree that they would go on for ages, haha! I keep rolling my eyes or face-palming at Kyrian’s willingness to get hurt so long as he’s making a mark too. He is such a competitive male. 

Injuries: | Scrap on his left foreleg’s cannon bone, a decent sized gash on his left hip, a scratch above his right eye near the temple, and bruising of his shoulder, chest, and forelegs that he won't fully notice until the dust has settled. From head butting he may have fractured his nasal bone and definitely has a concussion that results in momentary: lack of vision, ringing in the ears, and discoordination; lasting: headache and dizziness. Left hind leg from hock to cannon bone is abraded with bruising. From the tine of Tantibus’s antlers a slash is made directly over Kyrian’s right eye spanning about an inch above and an inch below. Though the vision is currently blurry and may continue indefinitely, he won’t lose the eye. A significant amount of flesh was removed from his poll from the bite. It will likely scar. Bruised, if not cracked, ribs from the ramming leave him short of breath.

Attacks: | Used his wings to reach forward and strike Tantibus, with the stout metacarpus, in an attempt to give parting bruises.



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Posted on Feb 16 2018, 12:18 PM.
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A satisfying hunk of skin came away in his teeth as the copper stallion threw himself backwards with forelegs thrashing 'til he hit the ground once more. A devilish sneer spawned on his muzzle as he watched the wound he'd caused weep crimson over the other stallion's silvered neck. He grinned further as his bloodied saliva sputtered onto Kryrian's coat, somewhat adding further insult to injury?

He listened greedily to the whoosh of air leaving Kyrian's lungs as his knee made perfect contact with the pegasus' barrel but didn't quite expect the last attack as brightly painted wings whirled towards him on both sides. He attempts to duck his head though the thick wing bones strike him behind the cheek on both sides of his skull, just beneath the guard of his deer-mask. His ears begin to shriek - the pain coming on two-fold as the concussion from earlier begins to set in, also - and his head thrums with aching vibrations. He flinches as the stallion releases his wings and skids backwards, parting their battle and spluttering a small distance away. He watches the beast with a wary side eye, ensuring he was not about to make for a sneak attack when he had called their childlike spar to an end. It appeared he was at least honourable in his agreement, though, as he bore a blood-stained grin and flattened his ears in.. anger? Or merely a continued show of aggression while the fighting was done and passed?

Tantibus stifled a laugh as he tilted his pounding head, making note of the right eye that couldn't manage to open in consequence of the menace he himself had shown it. The purring voice was something he didn't quite expect - a certain arrogance led the stag to believe his opponent would merely give in, throwing no more arrogance into the ring as he might've believed he had lost the impromptu conflict. No such luck, however, for irritating attempted wit was still shoved unceremoniously in his direction. Tantibus still took particular enjoyment in hearing the groan masked with a laugh, knowing it to be characteristic of disguised pain. True he was also in pain, but for the moment he was loving every minute of it despite the instinctive reflexes his body forced him into displaying. He cocked his front right leg, not caring for the pain but knowing at least that increased pressure would not help the situation of healing, and regarded the other man with a narrowed gaze.

"You're fooling no one, imbecile," he snarled, though his voice retained a note of lightness as to not make Kyrian believe that he was too serious about this, "Good luck finding my little miss," he grinned now, believing himself to have the upperhand, "For there are many of them - why limit myself to just one? They're not likely to entertain the likes such of you," he inclined his cranium towards the other male, glancing upwards at him when he began to stoop his head towards the ground, lowering his dizziness towards the earth in hopes it might subside. 

Kyrian feel free to post one more and have kyrian sidle out and close the thread, or post once then i'll reply and close up the thread with that if you want? c: what a show this was ! so much fun !

last injury: bruising behind his cheek on both sides of his face, caused increased dizziness/worsened concussion from earlier


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 Adult, 4 yrs  Stallion
 17.2 hh  1800 lbs
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Posted on Feb 20 2018, 7:28 PM.
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#17

Kyrian

I’ve been running with the wolves,,

Tantibus’s brusquely spoken words didn’t irk the black roan. Earlier he had been filled to the brim with untapped energy and emotions so now the draft was reveling in the splendid mental and physical fatigue. A complete exhaustion was soon to follow but he remained groggily alert for the time being. Peering through his one good eye and angling he skull to keep sight of the lithe stallion, Kyrian took a shaky deep breath to try and gently stretch his sore ribs while Tantibus countered his heckle. Air hissed between his gritted teeth in response to both the pain of the tentative expansion and at the stark loneliness of the admission.

"I can be persuasive," he assured softly, demonstrating his youthful confidence. Nevertheless, the baroque male had no intention of seeking out the host of sweethearts. If they even existed, for it could be a boastful lie, the pegasus recalled his untamable quest and remembered how isolated he had been. As his heartbeat steadied it gave a sympathetic thump. To partake the many meaningless embraces and indulge in the wanderlust was to be alone. Kyrian didn’t want to go back to that dissatisfying lifestyle and his empathetic heart felt for those who blissfully and begrudgingly struggled through those trials.

Blurrily, the dusk winged equine watched as Tantibus lowered his head though their gazes never wavered from the other, vigilant of any unscrupulous tactics. Each throb of his head became persistently more painful than the last and the ringing in his ears was more annoying than summer gnats. Despite the blazing ache of his shins, the rogue gingerly took steps forward until he was a horse-length from his competitor where he stopped. Slowly, so as not to aggravate his swimming vision and headache, he acknowledged Tantibus with a dip of his head. Then Kyrian straightened. He still felt a little euphoric from the adrenaline rush, which may be the reason for his loose-lipped rumble of a question, "Some think that each chance encounter has meaning. That we are to learn from those around us and they might grow in turn. But, I wonder, what have we taught each other this day?"

Blood continued to ooze from Kyrian’s wounds and his lightheadedness made the snow covered ground undulate. But he determinedly strode away, uncaring of any further response given by Tantibus, cloven hooves managing to keep him upright when he staggered over a rock. The leonine tail tipped with feathers swayed and flared to aide in keeping his balance as he descended the Ridge. His goal was to make it down the slope without fading from consciousness. The brute knew of a cramped cavern situated lower down the mountainside and planned to rest there for a short time before trekking anywhere else. He at least wanted to wait for the world to settle down and stop spinning. Distantly he thought about trying to stop the bleeding but that was too much to concentrate on at the moment. 

"Your character's speech tags." | | "Your character's thinking tags."
 
OOC | tantibus is more than welcome to post a concluding response or we can have this be the end, whichever works for you. It was definitely a pleasure to thread with you. <3





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