Just throwing a little ghey in here because reasons. (3+)
It was a thin line they rode, between hatred and lust, between friend and foe and brother and rival. Too many distinctions were blurred by the deep connection of truth - Truth of being, truth of existing. There were none of these categories; They were beasts of kin, two creatures sculpted from dark earth and kilned in fire. One opposed the other, Skoll and Hati, the creators. This was how it had been for their ancestors, and beneath their false layers of civility, this was how it was for the eagle and the serpent.
A beast rose from the fray, and Sirius knew from the taste of the bitterness within him that this foul man was responsible for his crimes. A blur of red was released at his side, and the arrow sliced by the man's face; Releasing his mortal blood. This was all Sirius needed. Siv had told him the way, had showed him the path that would lead to gory victory - This blood was all he needed to know of the mortality of the other, a mortality Sirius was no longer sure he truly possessed. From writhing black lips came a terrible snarl; The silver mare shrieked in shrill fear at it, her eyes rolling white. But she was obedient, and lunged in time to the giant red beast beside her; much swifter than he.
To battle the blood-brothers rode, one brandishing bow and arrow and the other two teeth of cold steel and ivory. The blades twirled in his fingers, held out at the sides as Sirius urged Luna onwards, and the mare was resplendent in her speed and agility, leaping over a make-shift campfire, dodging a lean-to that Viggo would barrel straight through. The war-bringer's pale stallion gave a challenging shriek, and the silver mare's ears lifted eagerly. She would not be the object of his vicious anger - The red stallion would cop all his attention. It was a strategical move, for the serpent was a strategist at heart. Loki-incarnate, the witch thought. Yellow teeth glittered in a vicious, maleficent grin.
Daggers raked the man's armored side as the trio clashed. Steel screamed against steel, but only for a second before Sirius flew past, wheeling Luna about in a half-rear to face the conflict again. It would be hard to pierce the man's armored body, but he was eager now for blood, and dashed the silver mare forth again.
.sirius-fire01 .ooc {font-style:italic; }
.sirius-fire01 p {padding:2px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;}
.sirius-fire01 b {color:#2f6f10; letter-spacing:-.2px; }
.sirius-fire01 {background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://img850.imageshack.us/img850/8412/siriusfire.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#a89150; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:475px; text-align:justify; padding:100px 0px 10px 0px; }
.sirius-fire01-border {width:479px; border:1px solid #2d1100; margin:0 auto;}
</style>[/html]