Jagmeet | God of Earth | King Over the Plains
Jagmeets head lifted from the browning grass as it hisses softly in the cold breeze, ears perked and swiveling to lock on the source of the voice that spoke to him. With an incredulous stare, he looked up quickly at the strange creature that called to him from the bows of a nearby tree. It recognized him, so surely it was of some intelligence, though its resemblance to other Quirlicorns was severely lacking.
The stallion turned his body slightly to better gaze upon this beast in the trees, narrowing his gaze as he mulled his words over in his mind. Clearing his throat softly before speaking, as it had been a long time since he had last used his voice, the Lord of Earth addressed this challenger.
"Do you think that is wise, young one?" His burly voice rumbled like distant thunder as he adjusted his footing slightly, the tip of his tail flicking a bit with thought. "To ask for a duel with no introductions. Though surely you must know who I am to address me in such a manner, but I know not of you."
The glow behind the crystals covering Jagmeets chest pulsed slowly and softly, sending sparkles of amethyst over the grass below him. Whatever this creature was, he was bold and appeared to be troublesome. A sparring match would surely set him on his way, and perhaps Jagmeet would even be able to rid himself of this nuisance when he was through. The last thing Jagmeet liked was being abruptly separated from his breakfast, and next to that was being rudely interrupted by a stranger. His emerald eyes locked onto the hollow sockets of his opponent as the aura around him started to hum with a soft buildup of earthly magic around him, causing the grass beneath his feet to spring green and bloom as his fertility magic began to work.
WC: 316 Words | +1 Chimes
