Post by Magick on Oct 22, 2005 13:23:43 GMT -4
The mahogany brute had at long last, returned to Maleck. What once was, could now never be. He had ruined the life of a maiden, and for what? What good came of the breeding for him? Magick couldn't help himself. Her color so matching that of his own, her beautiful curves only that of the fem side were blessed with, everything about her screamed want for him. And that had ended in her shamed.
Now the ess Brozos was bearing his child, a child Magick was sure, would never see again. If the foal somehow did survive, he would plot it's murder. The images conjured up by this evil plot weren't pleasing to his mind's eye, yet they were necessary. This had been the first rape in all of Equusoul, and he had comitted the crime.
After running from the truth and his own shadow for monthes, he had returned at last. The thoughts of his own lands deep forest and his perch a'top the hill were most comforting. So with a renewed sense of life, Magick had taken off, only to return to new smells in his terra. His terra. Maleck, it had seemed, was occupied by another of his kind. One who would be severly punished if he didn't leave immediatley. The stag brought his pillars under him, raging through the outskirts of his terrain. Nostrils flared as mocha occs searched for his rival intruder. His appendeges brought him to a halt as he finally had sighted the strange beast. With a strained voice, not used in weeks, Magick called out.
Brute of robber intentions, I ask you once and only once to leave my terra immediatley. Don't make this a battle you are sure to lose.
With his dock high and pendulum swinging 'neath him, the chestnut was a sight. Anger and stallion rage coursed through his veins, threatening to burst out at any moment. His moons glared out from under his orange tassles, a sign of his dominance and true intentions.
Now the ess Brozos was bearing his child, a child Magick was sure, would never see again. If the foal somehow did survive, he would plot it's murder. The images conjured up by this evil plot weren't pleasing to his mind's eye, yet they were necessary. This had been the first rape in all of Equusoul, and he had comitted the crime.
After running from the truth and his own shadow for monthes, he had returned at last. The thoughts of his own lands deep forest and his perch a'top the hill were most comforting. So with a renewed sense of life, Magick had taken off, only to return to new smells in his terra. His terra. Maleck, it had seemed, was occupied by another of his kind. One who would be severly punished if he didn't leave immediatley. The stag brought his pillars under him, raging through the outskirts of his terrain. Nostrils flared as mocha occs searched for his rival intruder. His appendeges brought him to a halt as he finally had sighted the strange beast. With a strained voice, not used in weeks, Magick called out.
Brute of robber intentions, I ask you once and only once to leave my terra immediatley. Don't make this a battle you are sure to lose.
With his dock high and pendulum swinging 'neath him, the chestnut was a sight. Anger and stallion rage coursed through his veins, threatening to burst out at any moment. His moons glared out from under his orange tassles, a sign of his dominance and true intentions.
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