The Darkness Upholds This Colt

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The mountains seemed treacherous though the first thing that Kudrae had come across as he let his youthful hooves pattern themselves across the masses of the rocky slopes. He stepped wobbly across them, though showed no sign of keeping himself from working his way across the patterns. He saw no harm in approaching the slopes with a daring force, and better yet, he endured a lot of the pains he'd already faced, knowing what had come his way so many times before. Though most may call him weak and too young to fight the dangerous valleys, Kudrae kept on moving, slowing only at times when fate demanded so, otherwise would foresee his death beyond the tragedies that lie before him. Gaze of hatred split the grounds as he finally stepped on the wrong stone, and a tumble from this distance would cause anyone to think that he wouldn't have made such a fall.

A gasp for air, and a shout escaped him and entered into the atmosphere. "Help!" Though he felt as though it was just a slip of the tongue. Angered with himself he forced his legs to regain their abilities, a cringe endured pains, especially towards his front left leg, down to his hoof. "Ouch!" he spoke quietly as steps carried him across the now flattened surface. Glance looked up. "I've fallen from all the way up there. And yet I still live. Hmph! Training on rock climbing and the protection of falling is the only thing that the simple 'good-for-one-thing' human was." Anger shot through his veins, just the thought of that horrible human made him shake clear and wish for death upon the nations.

But a tampered step thudded the ground as the limping colt made his way deeper towards the center of the Green Mountains. "Obviously, I won't be getting up there any time soon."

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A Polish Arab stallion made his way through the emerald brush that blocked his view from the being ahead. Arian was sure he'd seen a colt walking toward the base of the mountain. He caught a glimpse of the colt again. A fleeting glimpse, yes, but Arian's onyx optics were wide open. The youngster ahead was gray with brown specks. He was limping. Arian admired him silently, for having the fire to go on in spite of his pain. That was something. He trotted over quickly beside the colt.
Hey there youngster. I'm Arian. What's your curse?
There was something about this colt that Arian could relate to. It was Bruna! That proud little dark-ish spitfire filly he'd adopted. She was like him, that was it.

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His array, that of desire played in his orbs of darkness, two holes that peered up then back at the sounds he'd heard coming towards him. He of course was in no shape to be fighting, at least not in a situation such as this, his leg in a desperate need of care. Though his expression was tight with a mighty threat. The words had come from the opposing Arabian that stepped so carelessly into his path. Kudrae's instinct was to shout, demand respect, fire the worst of threats, just to warn off the opponent, flattened ears, dark facade, dangerous eyes like that of a hungry wolf. But none of this shown upon him as he watched the other approach. A speech so quickly, Kudrae was uncertain what he should do at a time like this, either act aggressive, or wait it out, last a little longer. He remained still curiously awaiting his turn to speak.

When his turn finally came, Kudrae, to his surprise, was not quite ready for anything more than a response. His body lifted as high as he could make it, which of course did not meet the outstands of the opposer before him, but a prance, despite the urgent need for care upon his leg, guided him closer to Arian. His eyes were narrowed as he stood, of what he could, face to face with the Arab. "My curse..." he began in a spitting attitude; "...is Kudrae." He let his eyes dance with the soldier before him, and darted further flamation. His chest stuck out, as if to look stronger, more muscular, proud, as he held his breath and spoke through gritted teeth. "I am not a youngster! I am an adult! Not some helpless creature that you might think of me as!"

He lowered his figure, nostrils coming close to the ground, hooves stamping slightly. A release of air through his nostrils did not only release the sound of a snort, but the dust around him lifted and covered his already dirtied hooves. "Why would you come here to talk to me? No one else ever has!" He was defensive, unsure of how to take newcomers in this unknown land. He'd never met a wild horse before, and believed this was the only way to keep them from killing him.

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You could spill a thousand words and none would mean a thing.

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I had only ever been here twice in my life at Midnight Acres; The first, where i had met one of the two of my brothers, Kaiiso, he hadn't stayed long, Midnight Acres was obviously to viscious for him, he was always on the lighter side. Unlike me and Zam. Who were evil ,creepy and dark, to the heart. A soft chuckle escaped my wounded maw, now, the wound anntho had given mewas almost healed, yet dry blood stained on my fire coloured pelt.

My muscular frame carried me over the rocky area with ease, taking lnong strides, tail kinked high into the air, neck arched, in its usual position. my pure blood, that of an arabian, shining through. My red cord and mane flung freely behind me, twisting around branches of trees, my bodice scraping against the thick tree trunks. The thorn, that had pierced myright shoulder, still remained, fresh blood pouring from my veins with every movement i brought to my shoulder, however, it wasn't painful, darks often learned to block out pain, or it rather, became a pleasure to have.

Voice could soon be heard, carried on the wind, one, of which i reconised, Arian, the kingof Lilac woods, he lived there with one of my daughters, Renegade. Snorting, i slowed from my lope to a spritely trot, dipping my skull to force it through the harsh spring wind. Sono enough, the pair came into veiw, and i slowed to a walk, nodding brieflyto Arian. Morning brute. I never called him by his name, not many held that respect. My cold black eyes then searched over to the younger of the pair, a sabino, much like Emira, infact, rather like her, but now, the Sabino gene was slowly dissapearing from Hollow Woods, although, we were still commonly known as the 'demons of fire' as most that lived there held a deep coat of red, and also, all but one where pure blooded arabians. I stared down at the colt, my muzzle creasing into a smirk. Ah, I see you've already had the pleasure of meeting Arian;I paused, emphasizing onthe word, pleasure, then carried on. I am Choas, great king of Hollow Woods, and the darkest stallion to roam these lands. And your curse? I asked him in a low snarl, i licked at my muzzle, more dry blood seeping away as i tended to the wound.


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Arian responded to Chaos' greeting with 'Morning Chaos. He was well aware that it took a lot to get his respect. That might come later: now was too early.
Kudrae was the colt's name. It fitted him, and the gray stallion was sure that it would gain a reputation.
I did not, and do not think of you as a helpless creature, Kudrae. You are far from that. Are you looking for a place in a herd? he queried.

A swift warm breeze warned of the impeding summer to come. Soon it would arrive. The sun shone on their pelts like stars on the sea of green.

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His aggressive attitude never seized as eyes narrow awaiting a response. Though it wasn't too long after he'd demanded from the other that he heard the thunders of a light trot, then a slowed pace of a walk, and soon after, a voice, heeding to the stallion he'd been talking to. Kudrae's eyes were almost darkened with the confusion of the entrance of another so quickly. He stared proudly at the other, though silently was in awe of the oncoming offender. And there he spoke, directing his vocals towards Kudrae whom stepped back a bit to watch what he hoped would be a fight. They acted like they hated one another. And just as Kudrae's mouth opened to respond to Chaos, he heard the verbal remark of Arian. Well, that's an easy way for one to get to know my name. By saying it.

He snorted proudly and stamped his hoof onto the ground coldly, though was too late to remember that it was already sore and he jerked it back up with a cringed expression. It only lasted a split second before he dropped it to the ground again and stared at the two stallions before him. He figured he'd start with the first, and alert the second just after.

"Well, it's good that you realize who the strong are! And a herd?" His voice almost sounded confused, but more angry. The only herd he'd ever known was that with the destructive human of which he was forced to reside with until the day he broke free. Had he not caused as much havoc as he had at the barn, he wouldn't be here now, slightly hurt, faced with two larger, more heavily experienced steeds. But the thought of the idea only made him laugh harder. "I will only take my allegiance with those who make it acceptable! I quite possibly could be seeking a home, or a herd. But one must realize, if you cannot be trusted, then neither can I!" He snorted coldly and faced the other, more darkened stallion.

"Great King of Hollow Woods? Darkest of all stallions?" His eyes narrow more dark than he had against Arian. "How do I know you deserve such a title? What gives you the battle scars to prove such a worthy promotion? Simply by tearing life and limb of all who oppose? Or do you have a better way of showing that you deserve the title of 'Darkest Stallion, the Great King?' "

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You could spill a thousand words and none would mean a thing.

I merely glanced over at the grey brute as he greeted me, but soon enough, my black eyes found the colt again. I stood quiet, as the colt screamed at Arian, a sly smirk spreading across my maw, i tended to a freshly opened wound on my right shoulder, the taste of crimson so welcoming on my tongue. By simply taking my attention away from the two, i showed i was in no frame of mind to fight, i was just simply having a stroll, to see who was around, to torture or take back to Hollow Woods.

Eventually, the sabino colt turned to face me, and at his words i huckled, although low and twisted, it stil held a hint of friendliness, but not overly so. His eyes narrowed, and i copied, so cold dark slits formed. Harks tipped backward slightly, i shifted my weight sidling closer, my jaw tightening. Colt, you don't know how i deserve such a title. But you can surely learn. I snapped, scraping ivories together, so he was unsure of me, how interesting. Sometimes; it is rather pleasurable to 'tear life from limb' But no, that is not always the case. I added, eyes widening a little to take in his reaction.
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It is acceptable; I could use a warrior. Arian declared.
The sabino'd make a very good one, that was for sure if anything was. The cold snort seemed out of place with the weather. The heat was stirring up and soon the summer would come. The blood sucking mosquitos would come on too.
Gray banner swished as the gray listened to Kudrae's lyrics challenging Chaos's power and darkness. That wasn't a good idea. Chaos'd surely get back on that.
Kudrae seemed to think Arian hated Chaos. No, that was not it. If he hated the chestnut, he'd no doubt be killed by now.

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Perhaps this darkened steed thought that such words and such ill-hesitation would frighten him into submission? Or perhaps the chestnut killer would find himself to be deemed worthy by Kudrae just upon being told to respect? Either way that one could look at it, Kudrae's eyes only narrowed more. His awe to the dark steed was quickly wearing off. "You speak only that of what I've already noted! I have told you that I didn't know how you received such a powerful and dark title. And yet, you still have not told me!"

Hooves stamp the ground harshly but suddenly the audible vocals had changed in intonation, that of Arian. A confused look swept over the colt's expression for a moment, as he dared take his eyes away from Chaos only a second to look at the more lightened tone. "A warrior? Of one who fights which battles?" He had no idea of how to act, of how to stand against these two, or even in their honor. But he knew one thing was for sure...

"Respect comes when one can prove they deserve it! I will honor no one until they have proven themselves worthy!" He snorted as he glared back at Chaos. "You still have not yet told me why I should be respecting you? It's like you only think that I am questioning your authority, when no, I am not! I am questioning why you hold such a title. If you say you're the Great King, that you're the Darkest of all the Stallions, then you need to explain to me, what makes you so dark? The deaths of millions? The way that you can take a the young and the old? Do you kill anything that crosses your path? Do you harm those weak and innocent? Do you pick fights with anyone who comes along and dares to question who you are, and why you carry something so great? Or is it something better than that excuse? Is it more than just the deaths of millions?"

Kudrae's eyes narrowed as he stepped closer, and if he were tall enough, now he would be close enough to stand face to face with the Chestnut's black orbs. "It isn't the deaths that make you a true dark creature! I may be a mere colt, but I am old enough, and have done my share of torment and pain. I know what makes the dark, the light and the neutral. The Lights are for those weak and fearful! Those who take their tolls and share of pain, but believe that it's always wrong to fight, for any reason. Such fools who claim themselves to be, light. And the neutrals. Those who do not know their soul. Two great personas. Alert with the oncoming dangers. Ready to strike during necessary traction. Though find themselves stepping away when it comes to a battle between a light versus dark creature. Only when they are provoked will they fight. And the dark. The truly dark at heart, the fearless. Those who are ready to stand for what they believe in. And those who will let nothing stand in their way. The cunning and sly personalities of the darkened fire that burns in one's soul."

He let threatening eyes dance with the height of which he reached. "Now tell me, soldier, what makes me want to respect you? Until you can provide a reason other than thousands of lives that lay at your hooves, you're nothing more than a mass murder'er, which does not call you a dark!"

[ooc:lol,don't worry,he's only a horrible monster at first impression.a colt who has no idea what he's doing,but plays off like he does,don't take him personal :P]

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You could spill a thousand words and none would mean a thing.

At this point; i completely ignored Arian, keeping my black eyes only on the colt. Her reminded me of myself, in some ways, but more of Brydon, my second youngest son, he was big headed, strong and proud to be who he was. At the sabinos words, harks flicked in amusement, how long would this go on...the colt could shout and scream all he could, i didn't give adamn. and i will not spare the time to tell you my life story; colt. there wil lbe time another day. I noted, grinding my ivories together, harks tipping back slightly, to catch Arians words, but my eyes remained staring at this two toned young stallion.

But before long, the colt was 'talking' to me again. surely, if he kept up this crazy talk he would forget to breathe. I snorted sharply, nares remaining flared, and eyes remaining on his. As i have said, colt. My life story is of no importance at this time, i don't spill out secrets to others who simply ask for information. I repeated, my tone slightly darker than before. My neck was arched, the way arabians could, i blinked and flicked my harks towards the colt, before carrying on. you speak of respect, and trust. At what upgrade would i be of having your respect and trust, colt? If you think i will be prooving myself to you; think again, unless you have a good plan at mind. Only then, may i consider, not for your sake, but for my own. It didn't matter to me if i had this colts trust or respect, why should it? What use would he me to me? none, unless he asked for acceptance in the herd, then, prehaps i could find a place for him.

As he stepped closer and began his speech, i listened, i would listen to him, why not; i had nothing else to do here. But when he finished, my eyes had narrowed slightly, nares still remained flared. Colt i am quite certain myself, of what devides this world, there is no need to repeat it. I clearly stated, flicking my red cord at a bloodsucker on my hind. As he spoke again, i couldn't hold back the smart chuckle that left my maw soldier now was it? The colt amused me. You could respect me, if you wanted to; who's forcing here? It is of no use to me whether you respect me or not. And i don't remember saying giving myself a title, such as a 'mass-murderer' I told him, my voice deep, low, and sly, as it always was. Now, it seems to be a one-way conversation here. I think its time for you to take the hotseat, let me ask the questions: So i ask, what brings you here? How would he react to this? Surely, he too, would be glad of the change of lagging subject.


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