Writing for Rihame for drawing Quad as a wolf. Enjoy

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I feel the pulse deep within the ground
A battle will soon rage, I can feel it
Antlers clashing endlessly from within
I crave it, every moment, every experience
The point where my eyes lock with my enemy's
The tension I feel before the battle
Studying his body, eager to rip it to shreds
Waiting for one of us to make the first move
Him...or me?

I spring first, antlers drawn, heart racing
He doesn't expect it, he doesn't move fast enough
I catch him off guard, my prongs digging deep into him
Oh how I love the sound of his suffering!
He loses his strength, the fire within him extinguished
I step back, studying him once more, savoring every moment
Do I finish him now, or let him suffer some more?
I approach, pressing my hoof into his open wound
His cries are like sweet music to my ears
"Pathetic, weak, disgrace to all stags...", I say
"You should have been born a doe."

And as the words of victory were spoken
I see the spectators around us
Their eyes filled with confusion, terror, and hate
Let it rage within them, let their anger flow
I have yet to find any others who could match me
I let my opponent live, I leave his side at that point
His blood staining my hoof much like a trophy
Let them come, let anyone oppose me
May the spectators see that I cannot be defeated
May the challengers fall to the unbeatable Rihame!