[mature] bro, i'm straight up not having a good time

[Tarian]

What Tarian once fought for no longer stands.

What happens when the cause ceases? What happens when the war ends? (There is always more. There will always be other wars, other battles so long as their kind walks the Earth. They are as prone to fighting and killing each other as they are procreating and settling and then ruining themselves into old age.)

His fight is over but it doesn't mean that it has left him.
Something in him (as much as he dreads the monster that approaches) is ready to lunge into this fight. There is much of Beqanna that he doesn't understand but he understands this: the ground trembling beneath his hooves as he rushes forward, the pumping of blood filling his ears as adrenaline fills his veins, the impulsion that moves him forward. This is a language that Tarian has spoken on many foreign shores and it speaks for him now. The silver pegasus is purposefully loud, attempting to distract the beast from the other brute. He owes the other stallion nothing but even Tarian wouldn't leave a stranger alone to the claws and serrated teeth of the yellow-eyed beings that prowled the dark.

The unknown horse charges into the fight and it isn't long before Tarian smells the familiar scent of blood staining the false-night air.

Tarian's pale nostrils flare wide and then he propels himself forward with his forelegs striking, aiming for one of the wisp-like parts of the creature. He tries and tries, focusing on trying to rip the bastard-thing apart. The other pegasus takes most of the damage but what inflicts on the monster makes it keen, a shrill cry that nearly deafens Tarian (and keeps ringing in his ears long after the silence overtakes the sound). He's bleeding, he notes as his blue eyes trace the deep wound on the shoulder of the other. Does he know a healer, he wonders?

"I've only encountered them alone," he states, meaning that he has never found them in pairs or trios (or worse, more). "You've fought them before?" The pegasus gruffly asks, turning to look at the dark eyes of the other.

@[Ashhal]