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Oberon looked at the roses he had collected for Ariella, and was greeted yet again by the emptiness of it. She was not here, he growled. She should be here..... she usually was, waiting patiently.... her happiness and joy lighting up his dark world as brightly as a torch.

"ARELLA!" He shouted, his ears twicthing in an effort to pick up the melody of her voice that he hoped would follow. Yet all that greeted him was silence. A silence that he did not want. A growl rumbled in his throat, threatening and dangerous. He lurked from the cave to the path and scanned for the elegant white that was HIS mate.

He saw her, or at least a flash..... he smiled.

That was until his eyes saw something else, something that did not belong here. A stranger. The growl returned as he stalked forward, he made no effort to blend into the shadows..... he knew the beast before him was as acquainted to the shadows as he, a Kalona. But his presence was not welcomed here... this place belonged to him, he fought for it, claimed it and kept his most precious possession here.... Arella.

As he got closer he flashed his teeth, his eyes glowing red in contrast to the demons white. He spoke, his words more of growl, feral and angry. "GET OFF MY LAND! NOW!" He would give ONE warning, and only one.

Oberon had to hand it to the stallion... he had balls to still be standing there, a lesser being would have fled, but that did not mean the result of his definace would not happen. This was Oberon's land, and Arella was nearby....he hated the idea that she would see him in this situation, but hoped that she was frolicing in the tree, unaware of what was happening..... perhaps he would get lucky and it would be the truth?

"You were warned!" He hissed before lunging forward, paws at the ready, claws spread wide..... he would teach the young colt a lesson.

His fangs were flashed, ready to tear into flesh, muscle and even bone..... all he had to do was make contact!

Attack roll
1- Misses, slips on the ice but digs in his claws to stop him slipping further.
2- Strikes Demon face, claws dripping with blood as he looked nose to nose into the now injured Kalona's face.
3- Hits Demon's side but does not cause a wound as deep as he would have liked.
4- Swips at Demons legs, before licking the blood from his claws... eyes never leaving his opponant.

The colts taunts only increased his appetite for the fight. Unable to resist he replied, Perhaps.... I will just have to make you my breakfast."

Then the headbutt came, so fast Oberon had had no chance to avoid it. So he took it, accepted the pain that flashed and past as quickly as it had arrived, he was thankful for his thick skull. A smile flashed onto his face, and he tilted his head as he looked to the colt tauntingly; "Is that the best you have boy?" Then he made his move.....

Attack roll
1- Raised his front paws and brought them down on Demon's rump.
2- Slammed his body into Demon before turning to bite his rump and saying; "Taste like breakfast"
3- Headbutts Demon back, his long teeth catching and tearing at his cheek.
4- His attack misses, his large body stumbling on the ice but taking Demon with him.

Demon's Attack Roll
1- He gets in close, and takes a bite of Oberon before saying- "Do not attack me next time unless you have full control of yourself!" His anger was evident with every word.
2- He spun his rump around in an effort to push Oberon over again, his spade tail jabbing at his opponant.
3- Demon brings his hoof down hard in the others ribs, taunting him with a laugh.
4- Demon spits at Oberon and takes a step back; "Get up old man!"

Demon had only spat onthe beast, a great insult amoung their kind. It was a sign that the other did not believe you a worthy opponant, a silent challenge.... if ignored it meant the accusation was correct and that you deserved death.

Amoung his kind there was a code of sorts, although you didn't have to be the strongest to prove your worth... you had to prove that you would never give up, never surrender even against a larger opponant. Do that and you would likely live..... it was no fun beating up someone who was below you, unless of course you were in a fury- then the rules all changed!

He grunted, watched as the other laboured to his feet. He really hoped this beast would be worthy, the rumours had all but promised him so. Yet Demon knew rumours could be false, twisted and exaggerated over time -Demon had held such high hopes when he had first seen the beast, nothing about his appearance had been exagerated... if anything it had been dulled. He was impressed with what he saw.... but not by.....

His thoughts were intrupted abruptly as he found himself suddenly the target of an attack. Many would have moved away or cowered at such a beast racing towards him, but Demon would not. He stood his ground, welcomed the attack. It would get his opponant in close, up close his paws would do little good..... and Demon had horns on his nose and head, knees to strike with and a hard head to get in a solid blow.

The headbutt cracked into him, he heard a crack, saw red for a moment as dizziness consumed him. He had been about to jolt up his head for an attack of his own when he felt and then saw something else... the stallions rump had collided in to him! "Your fast." He commented, half to himself in amazement and half to his opponant.

He stumbled, the ice causing him to slide more and than he would have liked. He stuck his cloved hooves into the ice, leaving two clear lines in his path. "But I am faster! He roared, excitment clear as he flashed a grin, beat his wings and plummetted towards his opponant.

His horns were ready, he would draw blood with his headbutt unlike his opponants.

Attack roll
1- Misses
2- Hits
3- Hits
4- Misses

Demon yelled in pain as a fresh wound was opened on his rump, it seemed everyone found it a particularly accessable target. It was really starting to piss him off!

He growled, the sound low, deep and menacing. He turned to face his opponant, his eyes glowing with anger and a promise for revenge for that strike. "I came seeking you..... I heard rumours and simply had to discover if they were true." He looked to his rump, the wound was deep and bloody, "It seems some are....." but Demon did not believe the beast was unable to die as rumoured, after all.... he had bleed by Demons hoof!

Still, bar their Kalona blood he could not see how they were alike. Interested and hoping that talking would distract his opponant he said; "We are not alike..... you are an abomination to Kalona kind! I am it's truth!" It was all a matter of pride, but Demon had already admit to seeking this beast out- he would not compliment him further, even if he was impressed with the beasts speed and moves. He had skills, that was sure.... no wonder he had managed to keep his land safe!

He snapped his head forward to take a bite. He tried to keep his rump away from his opponant, he didn't want to give the beast another opening.

Attack roll
1- Hits
2- Misses
3- Hits
4- Misses

Oberon cocked an eyebrow at the colts words; he had come seeking him? Most avoided him like the plague.... an attribute he had to admit he liked, ALOT! Still, he had to be impressed with the boys courage.... or was it foolishness?

"It would seem you found me." He mused as he watched the other prepare to attack. He prepared himself to act quickly. His plan was to spread his wings wide forcing a burst of wind to rush towards the colt -it would likely do little more than stun him for a moment, but a moment was all he needed..... then he would make his true move.

He could tell as the boy spoke that he had hoped to distract Oberon, and perhaps in a way he had managed it..... after all he was now thinking about it as a possibility. "It is a good job I am not a Kalona then.... I am so much more." He grinned, in truth he was a Demon, cursed with the blood mixed and foal until it had created him; and yet he longed..... he wanted Arella to see him as 'good'. It was why he had never revealed his past crimes, why he had hidden his true nature from her- refusing to tell her where he went and why he did it..... he simply could bare the idea of seeing hurt or disapproval in her eyes. It would... break him.

"But we are alike!" He corrected, in many ways he could see much of himself in the colt, a younger version of course but still a version. They were fighters, creatures of possession and darkness. Still, he found himself curious about a rumour he too had heard. "If you are a true Kalona as you claim.... then use your black magic against me!"

Oberon had just finished his words when the boys bite snapped foward, it nicked his neck sending a steady roll of blood leaking down his throat. The vampires kiss. Or so it was called. He smiled..... his turn!

He opened his wings wide, pushing as much as air with as much force as he could muster towards the boy before....

Attack roll
1- Lunging forward and striking the boy with a headbutt while his paws clawed into his shoulders drawing blood of his own.
2- Slammed his body into the colt forcing him backwards before he used his speed to hide in the trees while the boy was distracted recovering.
3- Bites him back.
4- Slams his shoulder squarly into Demons and pushes him backwards before pinning him to a tree.