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The air was rather chilly tonight - much too cold for the glowbugs to be about. In their absence, the forest was a dark, dreary place. Depressing, almost. The shadows were long and blue in the light of the moon. It was no longer full, but that had, by no means, dimmed its splendor.

One of these shadows was moving - a stocky shadow with horns and teeth. A faint glow emanated from his head-feathers, evidence of a small, cold friend. The shadow walked along, unconscious as to whether he was hidden or visible, his ten amber orbs rolling about lazily. Though this part of the forest was dangerous, being right along the Adahy-Di'taki border, his countenance was one of calm arrogance. Fear was not a word Fadefeather understood.

He never stopped to consider why it was that he didn't care for his life. Death just seemed...an impossibility. With all of the fights he had been in, and all of the wars...none of them had killed him yet. And that was unlikely to change - or at least, he thought so.

There was something on the breeze - a scent. Male, Adahy. Fadefeather paused, peering around. His countenance was peaceful, with his weight resting unevenly on his four claws, ears in their regular, non-hostile position. He could not see the Adahy, but he felt no fear. If it was an aggressor, he would run or fight. If it was peaceful...eh, who knew? Regardless, the Di'taki wasn't concerned. If he died, so be it.

Softly, he cooed out in to the darkness, "Hello, friend."

Fadefeather could only see the faint outline of bright teal against the shadows of the forest. This was an odd one - all the other Adahy he had run into had attacked him on sight, or attempted to. They quickly lost his trail in the darkness of the woods, and none had dared to follow him to closely into Di'taki territory. Especially at night, Adahy intruders would either make it out alive, or suffer some of the worst fates a Grimshaw can ever imagine.

Or at least, Fadefeather liked to think of it that way. No matter. He was here for company, and it was company he was going to get, even if he lost a bit of flank in the process. Ignoring the Adahy's threats, the male continued, "It's quite a lovely night. There's a bit of a chill in the air, as our lands descend into winter. Wouldn't you agree?"

He eyed the other male silently for a moment. This was going to end just like all of the other encounters, wasn't it? Fadefeather remained relaxed, though his face was slightly more grave than it had been before. This Di'taki was gutsy, though, and he continued to press his luck. "It won't be long before the moon fades out into nothingness again...The sky always seems so dreary without a moon."

Mm. The male ducked his head, chortling softly, "Now, now. If you're going to act this way..." Fadefeather awaited the crash of the Adahy's horns into his own, his body tense and ready.

The Di'taki took the blow as ceremoniously as one can when taking the force of a sledgehammer to their head. He staggered slightly, eyes shut as an electric crackling reverberated around his skull. When his amber eyes reopened, he could see the aggressor some distance away, readying himself again.

Well, he was a persistent one, wasn't he? Fadefeather launched himself forward, jaws snapping. If Soft Wind wanted to play, he'd be more than happy to oblige.

((Suuuure~. But, how? I've not done that before.))

The Di'taki's jaws held tight, teeth locked onto the bony spines on top of the Adahy's head. He couldn't back down now - he was too close. There would be no way he could spring out of the Adahy's claw range before he was hit. Still, as Soft Wind pushed and lifted, the male could feel his claws dragging through the grass, slowly lifting from the ground until he was standing on his tip-toes.

Fadefeather hissed as the Adahy landed a deep blow to his side. He could feel the warm blood leak down his pelt, revealing the severity of his wound. Peering up at Soft Wind, he launched himself forward explosively, jaws snapping and hitting...thin air. Had he been able to curse at that point, he would've.

By now, he had a taste for blood. Injured, the Di'taki could feel himself boiling. He knew he was wrong to come to this side of the forest - but there was no reason he couldn't take one of these creatures out now that he was here.