08-19-2017, 09:25 AM
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His name floats on the wind. A voice young and strong calls him from solitude, a challenge to be met. The dark stallion has never before turned down a challenge, never before has he been given one. It is almost eerie to him - the way the havoc he had caused been so neat and nearly completely lacking retribution.
He had been ready to fight, on that night in Hayline a year ago.
He had been ready to blood and be blooded.
But king nor princeling had risen to resist him. His red flames had galloped across the hills of that land at his whim - but soon they had taken on their own life. That's what he loved about the fire, she had a mind of her own.
But this blue boy is ready for a challenge.
So, Levi's mismatched eyes evaluate his peer from across the dry divide. He notes the way the hardened clay holds his weight without give, unlike the soft earth of Tephra. He keeps his mass evenly dispersed on all for of his thick legs, ready to move quickly when the time comes. He was agile, far quicker than one would suspect a stallion his size to be, and he planned on using that to his advantage. But first, he takes in the picture Longclaw makes. The ivory incisors of the other, the way they come to a point and press into the blue of his soft lower lip, catches his eye. And for a moment, the curve of that lower lip reminds him of someone else.
But he keeps his mind focused on the task at hand. He has spent countless hours practicing and honing his craft in solitude and this chance to practice with more intensity than ever before has the adrenaline surging through his veins.
On ether side of his broad shoulders, a tongue of flame materializes. Each flame spirals supernaturally with no fuel other than his magic and the oxygen from the air. But they stay in their place, at the ready. For his first attack, he returns to something he has done before - something dependable. The deep burnt red of his coat glows with a haunting orange underglow as the earth around him is covered in a sheet of thin flame. Quickly, crackling and hissing, the sheet of flame spreads towards his opponent in an arch. It stays low to the ground like a sheet of ice, roaring towards Longclaw's hooves (or paws) in a superheated wave. Beside each of Levi's shoulders the two flames quiver with harnessed life.
Unless this colt can not be burned (a question Levi wants to answer quickly) he will have to move or counter in some way. This is what he waits for, the dropping of focus, a glance down, up, or away. Then he releases the flames at his shoulders, and they spiral with brilliance towards his peer.
The sheet of fame covering the clay battleground dissipates, the projectiles whistle towards their mark and Levi feels a prickling form of happiness, or at least purpose, in his chest.
</div><div style="font-family: 'Cinzel', serif; font-size: 60px; color: #d7d6d4; line-height: 30pt; padding-top: 20px; align:center; text-shadow: 1px 1px 20px #373431; text-transform: uppercase;">Levi</div><div style="font-family: Times; color: #767678; font-size: 9.5pt; text-align: center; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom:15px; line-height: 15pt; letter-spacing: .5px;"><i>so scream you, out from behind the bitter ache.</i></div></div></center></div>
@[Longclaw] Oops, guess you can't edit on this board... which makes sense. I hope this is alright! This one has a little intro, so the others won't be so long.
His name floats on the wind. A voice young and strong calls him from solitude, a challenge to be met. The dark stallion has never before turned down a challenge, never before has he been given one. It is almost eerie to him - the way the havoc he had caused been so neat and nearly completely lacking retribution.
He had been ready to fight, on that night in Hayline a year ago.
He had been ready to blood and be blooded.
But king nor princeling had risen to resist him. His red flames had galloped across the hills of that land at his whim - but soon they had taken on their own life. That's what he loved about the fire, she had a mind of her own.
But this blue boy is ready for a challenge.
So, Levi's mismatched eyes evaluate his peer from across the dry divide. He notes the way the hardened clay holds his weight without give, unlike the soft earth of Tephra. He keeps his mass evenly dispersed on all for of his thick legs, ready to move quickly when the time comes. He was agile, far quicker than one would suspect a stallion his size to be, and he planned on using that to his advantage. But first, he takes in the picture Longclaw makes. The ivory incisors of the other, the way they come to a point and press into the blue of his soft lower lip, catches his eye. And for a moment, the curve of that lower lip reminds him of someone else.
But he keeps his mind focused on the task at hand. He has spent countless hours practicing and honing his craft in solitude and this chance to practice with more intensity than ever before has the adrenaline surging through his veins.
On ether side of his broad shoulders, a tongue of flame materializes. Each flame spirals supernaturally with no fuel other than his magic and the oxygen from the air. But they stay in their place, at the ready. For his first attack, he returns to something he has done before - something dependable. The deep burnt red of his coat glows with a haunting orange underglow as the earth around him is covered in a sheet of thin flame. Quickly, crackling and hissing, the sheet of flame spreads towards his opponent in an arch. It stays low to the ground like a sheet of ice, roaring towards Longclaw's hooves (or paws) in a superheated wave. Beside each of Levi's shoulders the two flames quiver with harnessed life.
Unless this colt can not be burned (a question Levi wants to answer quickly) he will have to move or counter in some way. This is what he waits for, the dropping of focus, a glance down, up, or away. Then he releases the flames at his shoulders, and they spiral with brilliance towards his peer.
The sheet of fame covering the clay battleground dissipates, the projectiles whistle towards their mark and Levi feels a prickling form of happiness, or at least purpose, in his chest.
</div><div style="font-family: 'Cinzel', serif; font-size: 60px; color: #d7d6d4; line-height: 30pt; padding-top: 20px; align:center; text-shadow: 1px 1px 20px #373431; text-transform: uppercase;">Levi</div><div style="font-family: Times; color: #767678; font-size: 9.5pt; text-align: center; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom:15px; line-height: 15pt; letter-spacing: .5px;"><i>so scream you, out from behind the bitter ache.</i></div></div></center></div>
@[Longclaw] Oops, guess you can't edit on this board... which makes sense. I hope this is alright! This one has a little intro, so the others won't be so long.
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