Alomar vs. Nightwing, Fighting over Clearing of Chaos terra

[Acanthra||Bejing]

Alomar

Smirking hessian entered the clearing, pistons covering the ground slowly. Twin thorns were set apart atop his dished profile, not alert, not angered. Flints padded the soft ground, plume hanging in a low nature, not prideful, not pitiful. This was the time no one could bother the stag...for he was calming himself to battle. Pillars ceased their rhymethic movements, as he halted squarely in the center of the clearing. Pools close as mind clears, emptying it to a time of past memories....

FLASHBACK

A whinny of glee. A snort of attitude. The young flicka darted across the meadow, skidding in the long, lush grasses. The colt's eyes followed her movements across the earth, haunches ready to spring when she came to close too his hiding spot. When the copper flicka came to close for Alomar to handle himself, he squealed and sprung forward, flints kicking up soot at his chestnut coat. Tearing after his twin sister, pistons churning beneath his small frame. Gaining inch after inch, he pushed himself as hard as he ever had, thundering along beside his sister. The young fae squealed in excitement and spun to the right, with her brother tailing close behind. Their whinnies and squeals of joy and pure happiness echoing through the thorns of all the equines in the valley. Their smiles and grins plastered into all the minds that viewed them...including present-day Alomar....

A sparrow fluttering in the stag's face brought him back to reality, and for a moment he was flustered about where he was. Then it came to him; he was awaiting the lead stag of the Clearing of Chaos to accept his challenge and battle him, and if he didn't show, then the lands would be his in three days. A grin flashed across his mug, before he began tensing and relaxing his muscles..preparing himself for the battle to-be.

[. Lealtad .]

|| on hold until Nightwing returns ||

[. Lealtad .]

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