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Demon was annoyed, his sister Fathom had just made him feel small in front of their mother and now he wanted to take his frustration out on someone else. He had considered taking it out on Fathom; but in the mood he was in he wasn't sure he would stop himself from killing her... or worst her killing him. And so he wandered away from their home, looking for an animal or something he could attack.

He gave himself an excuse, trying to convince himself that his sisters minor betrayal had done nothing to dampen his mood... no, he was simply looking for practise, to hone his skills so that he could gain power and standing among his kind.

Eventually he wandered to a stream, he looked into the surface and at his own reflection. He growled. Flashing his extended fangs to himself. Next he spread his wings wide, they were different to his siblings.... a trait from his missing father no doubt, but that matter nothing, he was a kalona.... he had been brought up to acknowlegde the traits not care about how they differ; except that he could boast that he was a decendant of dragon... a trait his sister seemed to sport more than him.

He brought his hoove down hard into the stream. The water splashed around him and destroyed his reflection. He couldn't even look at himself. He had been outsmarted and out manovered. A pathetic specimen.

Raising his head up he let out a feral growl of combined anger and pain.

Demon's growl rumbled in his throat as a voice called to him. He turned and saw.... a unicorn? He looked around expecting her to be calling to someone else, but there was only him before her. He frowned.... what did she want? Did he really look like a creature that could be messed with?

"WHAT?" he snapped, bringing his hoof down once more to disturb the water. It rippled and sploshed in choas; which was fitting since his mind was doing pretty much the same.

Deciding he would 'scare' the foal he stomped towards her, his teeth flashed since they were too large for his mouth and he never made any effort to hide them. Demon was proud of his breed and heritage... after all, what was not to admire?

He put his face right up to the other and snarled; "Can I help you with something?" He all but growled the words.

Demon felt his anger bubbling once more, he roared his rage as stepped back and paced a circle infront of her before he faced her once more; he snarled. "Friendly? Do you even know WHAT I am?" He was outraged that the small pathetic creature was acting so..... she had no wings and no features of interest, yet she had had the courage to speak to him..... or was that stupidity rather than courage? After all it didn't seem like she really knew what she was doing..

He stood tall, opened his wings wide and held his spaded tail behind him. He flashed his teeth so she could see how pointly and sharp they were -perfect for ripping through flesh, muscle and even bone! Then he spoke once more; "I am a Kalona! The evil of this land..... yet you insult me by standing before me with your pathetic attempt to be 'friendly'" He all but spat the last word out.

True, he would probably not have been so grumpy had he not felt his sister had betrayed him..... but circumstances counted for nothing, the truth was HE WAS GRUMPY!

Demon blew air out of his nose in frustration as he heard and watched the other foal run to the safety of an older stallion -her father he assumed. "That's right.... run along to the safety of Daddy." He snarled and turned from her dismissively as he looked to the older stallion.

He growled at him, a natural reaction. Usually he would have walked away.... but he was so annoyed and frustrated today that he just wanted to lash out at someone.... and this seemed to be too perfect and opportunity to ignore.

Deciding to take it Demon lunged himself at the older stallion, grunting mid flight as he said; "You will keep her weak!"

Attack roll:
1- Demon misses.
2- Demon strikes Zuilian, but had miss calculated and overshot his mark, landing on the ground beside him.
3- Demon rams Zuilian in his shoulder with his head/horns.
4- Demon tries to slam his smaller body into Zuilian but slips on the wet ground.

Demon watched the foolish filly run away, a pleased smile crossed his lips.... now he just needed her father to run away too. After all, Demon couldn't back down.... not now. He couldn't be seen as weak, it would make him a disgrace to his breeding.

He growled low again, the sound rumbling around him. "Love?" He chocked out with a snort, "Is the greatest weakness of all." He had been taught that any weakness would leave you dead, and to have 'love' for someone left you with one big weakness, something another could use as leverage. Of course, it would work to his advantage.... he could use anothers love and turn it against them. Destroy it with his hatred and anger. Red was for blood not love.

Demon licked his lips.

His anger skyrocketed as his 'opponant' dismissed him, he would teach him a lesson for his mistake. No one would ever simply 'dismiss' Demon..... even to his dying breath he would not allow his presence to be ignored. He was strong and would grow stronger with every day that past, he was sure of it.

Without thinking anymore he scanned a look at the filly and then at the father.... and acted.

Attack roll
1- Demon speeds after Mani, using his wings to capture the wind and propel him forward faster...... he slams his body into her small form in an effort to knock her other. Then he turns to face her father, a smile of malice on his face.
2- Demon ignores the foal and strikes at Zuilian's rump. His teeth only managed to scrap the surface, barely a flesh wound, due to Zuilians continued forward movement.
3- Demon's attack misses as he lunges himself at Zuilian, still he skids in front of the stallion lowering himself to the ground and growling low with all the hatred he could muster.
4- Demon trips on a rock because he wasn't paying attention and rolls towards Zuilians legs.

Part of what the strange was saying seemed to ring true with Demon, but his mind rejected the concept. Refused to listen in his current state, so he stored the words for a later date, to contemplate them in his leisure. But right now all his mind was telling him was.... if you don't attack you are simply proving to him that you believe he is stronger! And to Demon, that was unacceptable.

"Save your words for someone who cares!" Demon roared as he leapt again, his wings snapping open to catch the air and allow him to glide with ease to his opponant. He flashed his teeth, preparing to bite, to taste the blood of such an unworthy opponant.

Attack roll:
1- Demon's attack mostly misses, but he manages to nick Zuilian ever so slightly with one of his extended fangs. (Very minor damage)
2- Demon manages to a hold of Zuilian's neck just above his shoulder. His small mouth missing the main artery. (Moderate damage)

Demon hissed in pain as his opponants unicorn horn nicked his two front legs. A steady stream of blood started to flow from the wounds, and since it was his own blood it only angered Demon even more. He growled again, lowering his front hooves and head to the ground as he prepared to attack again.

In his mind it was his right to do this.... his mother would be proud that he was brave enough to take on not one but two other soquili -even if was one a foal- after all she wanted to make the Kalona breed strong and pure, to spread their genes throughout time and beyond. To secure their place as the dominate species.

He narrowed his eyes and.....

Attack roll:
1- Leaps at Zuillian and slams into his side, his horns digging in a little and tearing the flesh as he fell back to the ground beside the much larger opponant. (Minor-Moderate damage)
2- Leaps at Zuillian but bounces off and ends up on his side on the ground winded. (Mostly Miss)
3- Demon charges his opponant aiming for his rump. (Minor-Moderate damage)
4- Demon charges Zuillian but misses because the other stallion manages to evade it. Demon instead strikes a tree, his little horns getting stuck for a moment. (Miss)

Demon found all the air in his chest huffed out in one move as his little body slammed against the floor. He couldn't breath properly, his chest refusing to allow a full intake of breath. He huffed and puffed for a while, managing to roll to his side so he could see his opponant -never turn your back- another pearl of wisdom, this time from his father. He flashed his fangs despite the difficulties breathing.

The words that landed on his ears did not pleased him, and he took them for their truth... he was being dismissed! Struggling to his hooves he wobbled but growled as the other stallion walked away. "Fine." He grunted, "You were too weak to handle me like a man anyway!" Yet even as the words left his lips he couldn't help but feel bitter.... he knew the truth, he hadn't been strong enough to take on the larger opponant. How could he when his muscles were weak? Still part of his mind refused to believe it. Refused to accept that Kalonas could be weaker than anyone or anything....

He growled, slamming his hoof on the ground. He did it again. His anger was growing by the second.... he would hunt something. A rabbit perhaps? Something smaller than him, something that wouldn't dare answer him back. He would destroy it with all the strength of his breed.... what did silly older stallions know any way?