Posted by Viruk on February 1, 2009, 6:45 pm
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Viruk stood on the field of battle. his tall lashed out at the blowing winds and his mane was blown back from his neck making it stick out. He scrunched his eyes against the wind and the sand, dirt and gravel that was blown into his face made seeing his rival hard. He felt deaf with only a ringing in his ears from the howling wind and he loved the suspence of not knowing where his prey could be.
As he made his way through the flailing sticks and rocks that flew past him he wondered how long it would take for him to spot Maximus, The tall chestnut would be better camoflaudged[sp] in the dust filled wind. He soon spotted the silhouette of his Prey stood on the oposite wall of wind and debris. Being the smaller horse gave him a better advantage here, his enemy would have to look down to see him. But Viruk would not let his prey wait and he started his attack.
The clopping of either horses hooves was hidden by the sound of the howling wind and he used it to his advantage as he closed in on his opponent. He wanted to keep him wondering where he was yet he wanted to hit him hard and fast, he slowley made his way to the front of the horse before making his attack. He Bursted through the cloud of dust and sand and reared before Maximus before lashing out a wicked attack with his fore coffinbones aiming for the top of the taller horse's shoulders.
The strange lust for battle had been fulfilled then at that moment, his heart had felt as if it was in his throat and his stomach had butterflies. It felt amazing and drove him to gallop off into the dusty wind with a snicker, his muscles had begun to burn and he felt more alive than ever. He circled round and came in with a more vigorous movement as he sent a vicious headbutt into the taller horses Throat latch.
With his attacks delt the white horse ran in a dance like movement far enough so when he turned he could see the look on his prey's face. He chuckled to hismelf and felt as if he was seeing the world through new eyes, like a blindfold had been removed. He loved the feeling it brought him to attack an opponent and the feeling of joy it brought him to prance away in pride... He loved it so much he wanted more... He reared once more and cried out, as if to the gods of death to further his bloody attack...
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