mature rating; strong language, violence

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"Well?!" Mallacht's voice roared into the clatter of rain. A lightning strike punctuated the challenge and set the remote road awash with white, revealing the seven wolves stalking in the shadows. Rivulets of water ran downhill, leaving the grounds supple and untrustworthy. Still, his hooves sank for footing into whatever purchase he could find, and his dual-hued eyes bore down the glow of the beasts' eyes as they circled in the deepening night. Winds howled through the valley in a haunting chorus that flirted with their support of the wolves, and it only further sank Mallacht's ears back into the wet masses of his mane. At his rump, his accursed tendrils twitched and jerked in tell-tale signs of his frustration, the archaic symbols traced into his skin by eldritch devils shifting and writhing just below the surface.

Yet no word from those monsters of the deep. Not even a chuckle as they enjoyed the odds that faced him.

Bastards.

A single wolf took the fleeting opportunity where Mallacht's attention turned inward and lunged. With fangs glinting in the night, the beast hoped to land true and sink its teeth into the surely juicy flesh of the stallion (despite this prey's peculiar characteristics). Hearing the canine's nails clack against pebbles and the ground bend beneath its speed, Mallacht shifted to avoid the worst of the damage but still felt the sharp fangs graze against his umber hide. With a hiss, the stallion reared, before using his forelegs to pummel at the offended. With a yelp and a weighted thud beneath his hooves, he managed to showcase just what happened when you got too close.

A river of blood warmed his hind leg where once the rain had left it numb and cold. The coppery stench hung in the air, weighted by the rain but still present, and still enough to entice the wolf's peers. Mallacht whipped around to eye each of them and eyed each of them to not lose them in the twilit shadows. "Come on then!" he growled at him, snaking his visage down to protect his throat.



Location: Visual Here
Time & Weather: Night, heavy storm