The Demon walks...

[Alto]

He came, the demon hellion did. Pelt the color of blood, Red Rum walked apon the lands. He did not care about tresspassing. He was to do what he wanted. No stag had ever beaten him... Not even Twister, one of the most evil, death-seeking murderers ever to walk the planet. Battle scars ravaged his body, showing of the many he had fought. He walked through, held held high. Let the stallion whom owned this land. Let him come.
As he picked up into a duel-beat, he came to a quite large dune. It was cold in these lands... He was used to the sweltering, life-sucking heat of Demon Dunes, his land. The cold did not faze him, however. As he reached the summit of the dune, he rose to his hind daggers, front ones shreading the heavans above. Anger and rage filled him as he looked upon them. His screaming anger filled the air, making it posionous...Let him come. Let the stallion come. Maybe he had a mare that Red could steal.

[\\Leviathan//]

A chilling breeze swept inland, carrying with it the bitter stench of the sea from whence it came. Twas not only the breeze that moved nearer the newcomer, for Lord Leviathan had deemed by the sound waves that another hellion trespassed upon his coveted terrain.

Throwing back his distinctly arabian skull, his deep-chested lungs procured a return call thick with wrath. If the opposing hellion hadn't been able to guess by his scent-marked claim on the land, his demonic cry would have set him straight.

Leviathan sailed closer, like a fire-hardened ship riding the waves of the soil with ease. The mascu's diabolical countenance was evident by his commanding nature and harsh, unforgiving expression.

[Alto]

Orbs seemed to glare a reddish tone as he returned another scream.
Ah, so he had come.
He rose once more to his haunches, screaming again. He knew not of fear, only death... For he had seen it. So pathetic and weak were those whom died under his power.
The andalusian demon stood high, almost 18 hands. He stood tall, a regal posture about him. He waited. It would be "Lord" Leviathan that would fall today.

(DARN YOU! Lol. Your RPG skills are so much better... I can't find the words to make him sound more intimidating...)

[\\Leviathan//]

A snort of disdain escaped the battle-hardened steed. Obviously his adversary had not yet tasted defeat. So fortunate he would be to get its first taste from the likes of the agile and merciless Leviathan. He was fleet of foot and able to spin on a dime, raking every possible advantage from his lean, tightly-muscled frame.

Once, only once had the great arabian hellborn been felled. He had walked the earth but for two short cycles of the planets when in battle an older stag had beaten him. It had not sat well with him to feel the shame of defeat, and so he had honed his skills and brought down his former vanquisher. He had travelled the world, crossing stanzas and daggers with whomever he met. It had been foolish to assume that this place would be different.

Since his early years many had fallen before Leviathan, many begging for mercy in the instants before he drove his deadly daggers through their skull. He was no stranger to battle, or to death.

He smirked upon observing the stature of the warmblood. Ah, this one would prove quite easy to outmaneuver. With the help of the great Leviathan, the opposing brute would soon find his bulk turned against him.


(Oops. Lol. Maybe I'll just have to win then.)

[Alto]

(Grrr... lol... GR, DAMNIT! [excuse mah language...]BE AFRAID! lmao)

Ah, the hellion misjudged him. The fact was, he was able to manuver quite fine. Elevn years had he traveled the sweltering deserts, and, though he being not a native to these parts, he had never left. He was quick upon the ganulates of sand. His bod ridden with scars, he to had only fallen once.

If one was to see, the two of them possibly were a lot a like... Possibly, although the satanic ways of Red never died.

He redied himself. Should Leviathan want a fight, an not surrender, it would be his first move.

[\\Leviathan//]

Leviathan was a stubborn brute, despite his misleadingly elegant appearance. He seldom made the first move in battle, preferring to observe and then retaliate. But this hellion had set foot on his lands, so did that not deserve attack?

The scars and calluses upon his hardened chassis barely visible against the bright glow of his mahogany pelt, he looked more like an equid destined to carry princes than one inclined to warfare. But no hand could ever touch him lest it perished immediately after. He was a prince among peasants, and a wicked one at that.


(Hee hee. Sry, I kinda like the compliments. Lol.)

[Alto]

(GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! FEAR ME... lol... I'm done... Don't kill Red if you beat him, please. )

Red stood there, awaiting. He would not move. If the stallion wanted him gone, he'd have to MAKE him.

There was one difference. While Leviathan looked to be fit for royalty, Red looked to be fit for war, and the desert's harsh climate. His harsh, untouchable bod was like his mind... Rough, yet not completely worn. He was aged, though that was not to make him underestimated, either.

[kunoichi]

The palomino mare watched from the shadows.She made sure that she was down wind from the strange stud,lest he try and steal her.Dorada wondered what she could do to help her beloved leader...

[\\Leviathan//]

Leviathan was full of youthful vitality, enough to lend him strength and speed, but he was of a vintage enough to be wise as well. He could plainly see that there could be no reasoning with this brute, and the better the situation suited him for he was not inclined to negotiation or mercy.

A wringing in his gut announced to him that his blackened soul detected the presence of one of the few to have glimsped his lighter side. But he did not dare acknowledge her for then his opponent would surely see her as well and the duel would be complicated further. But it mattered little since Leviathan had no aim to lose. No capacity to lose.

It appeared now that the scarlet-hued hellion had passed the point of no return. To breathe the air upon Lord Leviathan's domain thus long unbidden was a criminal offense, and the handsome auburn Lord had deemed it time to pass judgement and apply the sentence: death. He rose upon hind pillars with a bloodthirsty cry to startle the heavens as he launched his streamlined bod forth. As his solid daggers tore up the fabric of the earth, he hurtled towards the intruder at a velocity barely restricted enough to be controllable. His sinew yearned to snap out blows at this stag, his tendons tighter than their supple selves as his approach narrowed the margin between them. As he crested the last small rise that separated the two vile brujen, he rocketed clear of the soil and slammed his deep chest into his adversary, lashing out with deadly foredaggers and sharp enamels simultaneously.


(Oops, hope that didn't anger you too much. Lol.)

[Alto]

(Oh, so that's how it is? )

Obsidian daggers tore up the sandy loam benieth him as Leviathan rammed into him. He stood quick, the blow taken, pain filling him. Haha... Pain. Such a powerful thing... Yet he seemed to be empowered by it. He charged his massive bulk into the stallion, giving a fair and slightly more powerful than the blow he had recieved. Daggers once more slashed in the atmosphere, intentions aiming to the head.

[\\Leviathan//]

His uncanny speed never failing him, he ducked his fine casing and avoided damage to his carved profile. The demons within him screeched with delight at the commencement of battle. His outside shoulder rounded, he felt the stiff scrape of the hellion's dagger as it slid off him. He had managed somehow to avoid taking the worst of the blow, though he would not always be as lucky. He did not turn his diabolical dish to look down to see if a wound had opened up, it mattered little. He took a few steps back, dancing lightly on his sharp daggers like a boxer or a martial artist. He swung around and aimed a formidable kick at the cranium and chest area of his adversary.

[Alto]

Again he was hit amongst his chest. She fell back, somehow keeping his footing. He felt a sting upon the injury, and looked downwards quickly. YEs, he had been slashed. He screamed in rage as he flew foward, ivories unmistakenly contacting the stallion's nape, before falling back.

[\\Leviathan//]

Leviathan's diabolical crane whipped around, shielding the raw crimson breach of his pelt from view. He felt the wound's sharp sting, which only succeeded in fueling his wrath. He half-reared and leapt forward on solid hind cannons, a flurry of blows delivered from his deadly razors. The crimson that tainted his shimmering pelt was not entirely his own.

[Alto]

A grunt was sent into the air as the feirce hellion attacked Red. He landed on his side, his wound bleeding perfusly. He stood fast, orbs rolling white with fury, mouth slightly foaming from anger. He tired slightly as he charged the hellion, hoping to use a slamming tequneique he'd learned long ago. He could not easily miss.

[\\Leviathan//]

He saw the hellion charge but even with his superior agility he could not avoid the blow. So he gritted his deadly enamels and braced himself to meet the impact full-on. He felt the tear in his neck scream with white hot pain, but he did not waver as the brute slammed into him. His tight muscles ached from the bruising of so many collisions, and when his victim's retaliation was withdrawn he stepped back to observe the damage. This battle was drawing out longer than he had expected, seeing as both intended to fight to the death and neither would back down.

He struck the granulated soil with a single foreflint, a chilling finality to the gesture. He would now seek to end it quickly, and his vicious Darkness swelled with malicious glee at the notion. He approached the crimson-hued hellion, but unexpectedly made a fake before leaping to his starboard side and striking out violently at his side and legs. He angled himself alongside the brute as he stayed his forepillars and aimed a potentially lethal kick at the brute's head. His every movement was so sudden and rapid that it would take a miracle to escape it sound of body.

(Don't worry, I won't kill Red. It's up to you, but he can even escape that without being crippled. Lol.)