Entering the Herd

[eclipsemidir]

RAGE

I walk into Silent Woods. Perhaps the Legendary Horse, Zarian will take me into his herd. I had heard that Zarian was looking for a warrior and I was a war horse. I neighed to try and draw attention. Hopefully they wouldn’t kill me. I stamped my hooves; I seemed to like doing that while impatient. No one answered me. I shouted out to the birds and plants, hoping for someone to hear it. I told the area of how I had challenged a member of Chaos’ Herd. I told Zarian I planned to injure the mare I was fighting as best as I could. Was he listening?

[Trill Stalker]

wait Eclips I replied in Green Mountains for you.

[eclipsemidir]

Am I in yet?

[rayvencullen.]

BUTTERFLY EFFECT
KILLER INSTINCT.

; ; It had been months since the beautifully coloured essa had come to Silent Woods, but it was known to the others she lurked in the shadows and never was willing to appear. She was like a watcher, a stalker among them, waiting to strike like a coiled cobra, but she never did. Her warrior blood trusted her, told her not to do things that would piss off Zarian, but now that there was another colt in the realm she'd finally come out from hiding all this time. When Zarian see's how much she's changed, he'd be amazed. Truely amazed..

; ; When she had first come here her unique albino pelt was dull. Muddy, caked in blood, and her winter fur was all in tangles. She had rips and tears in her skin from her latest battle with some other stallion, and now when she stepped out into the light her fur was slick, smooth and still the same albino colour he'd grown to love. And those crimson coloured eyes of hers, not demon hued, but most say it was fueled by her victim's blood - that they're normally blue. Pathetic lies.

; ; Now she stepped forward, her taller form slender and still heavily-built, would this colt mistake her for a stallion? She let out a warning nicker, not speaking any words to ask why he was here, who he was, did he know Zarian? Was he waiting for Zarian? She kept her distance, what if he wanted to attack? She lowered her head expectently. Nares flared and a somewhat masculine-sounding snort escaped, white clouds billowing around her beautiful pink mug.

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[eclipsemidir]

RAGE

Mare be mine.

I looked at the beautiful mare as stood a distance away.
Was she afraid I would attack?
I stepped forward and rubbed my muzzle on hers.
“Its ok mare, I won’t attack.”
She was truly beautiful and Rage wouldn’t let Zarian stop him from claiming her.
It was rare for a warrior to even claim a mare, or so he had heard from other stallions and mares.
She looked strong but very beautiful.
He knew he wanted to claim her.
But… was she Zarian’s?
Many had said that Zarian had a lot of mares and this could be one of his.
“Are you a mare of Zarians?”
I waited for her answer, hoping desperately for a no.
She was lovely and he wanted her.
He would even fight Chaos’ for her, even in this state.

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[Trill Stalker]

Zarian
Tidal Wave Of Pissed Off Proporions

^{Well, well I had just accepted Rage and here he was taking full charge of my lands and the females that wandered into it. I laughed, it was deep and resounding, it echoed from my lips and into the air so that both Rage and the notorious Butterfly Effect would know that I was present in there encounter. My long muscled legs carried my heavy body over the short distance to where the two stood. “Well my little warrior I see that you have taken no time getting yourself asserted in my lands. I should chaste you like a young colt for not asking me first if this mare was mine before you touched her. I don’t like it.” Butterfly Effect had changed a lot since I had last seen her, she was all cleaned up yes but something lurked deep within her eyes that made me be wary. “And what of you Butterfly? Why have you entered my lands? Are you looking for some excitement?” My voice still held mirth, a little bit of mockery too. My tail swished violently from side to side. I needed to punish Rage some how, Just kill him. Carnage popped in, it wasn’t a bad idea right now. Rage was a warrior, his life was supposed to be mine. And yet here he was scoping out Butterfly Effect, he should have asked for now I was pissed.}

[rayvencullen.]

BUTTERFLY EFFECT
KILLER INSTINCT.

My words were bitter, mocking back in a delightful and threatening way I could've just revoled in the demonic sound of my voice. Now, now Zarian took pride to notice I had lingered on the outskirts of his terra, watching the herd like some gaurdian angel and this is how he thanks me? Crimson eyes darted warily to the warrior, telling him almost silently I was not Zarian's mare, whether the dappled brute liked it or not. If I was looking for excitement it sure as hell wouldn't be coming from you, I snapped furiously, lashing out with my fangs towards the paled prime brute, laying my harks back to emphasize I meant business. Foreleg came out to paw at the snow, drousing them completely with the white stuff for punishment, some gay punishment but it made me laugh none-the-less. So, this is a warrior? Doesn't look like a warrior to me, I hissed, narrowing my glare down to the inflictions that dotted his body, another demonic laugh coming from my throat. Whoever you fought wasn't a true warrior, a true, the word slithered from my clenched teeth like venom, warrior would have killed you. But you wouldn't want to get into a fight with me uneccessarily, would we.

I didn't even wait for an answer, just turned my ass on them and rolled away, stopping a few metres away from them, stallions could be such hormone induced bastards I could just kill every one of them. Of course, I'd get killed sooner or later, if I pissed Zarian off enough. A shrug pulled at my powerful shoulders, pushing them forward fluidly. Should've settled on killing you instead, Zarian, I mocked angrily, turning my body a full round to turn on them, eyes ablaze with fury and unsatisfied bloodlust. I had been caged in this place, unable to meet new friends or enemies, unable to fight to satisfy the demon, and of course some stallion has to fuck up my concentration on not killing everything in sight. You have bad taste in warriors, Zarry. Bad taste, I hissed, lowering my head warningly.

I wanted to fight this new brute so bad I could feel it crawling underneath my skin like a tick. I wanted to draw blood, rip his flesh from his body and enjoy the savory taste of the coppery crimson down my throat; just the thought of it gave my body a shiver, delicately shaking some flakes from my winter tressels. But, seeing you're in bad shape I can't fight you. Crimson eyes darted over Rage's frame, keeping a silent snarl to myself before switching my attention back to Zarian. Care to enlighten my on why you have this sudden thought of me being your mare, hm? I raged, thought it was a murmur the anger still hung on my tongue and boiled in my blood. Would I be able to fight this beast or will he die fighting for us?

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[eclipsemidir]

RAGE

Rage reared up on his hind legs facing Zarian.
“Why the hell would you do that?”
Rage was angry and furious. He wanted that mare and Zarian had to step in. Was this how stallion lords treated their warriors? And what of what Butterfly Effect had said? It stung him so badly he thought he had been kicked in the heart by Chaos himself.
Damn it Zarian why!
I returned to all fours as I slowly turned and stalked away from Zarian and the mare.
With Zarian around I would never find a mare. I figured from what I had picked up she wasn’t his and still Zarian tried to claim her. I didn’t want to fight Zarian but if he tried to take the mare I would. WHY THE HELL MUST THIS HAPPEN TO ME!?![/

[unknown]

So long it had been. Faye had hidden away for to long. She needed to make an appearance. She stepped out of her little cavern, her eyes adjusting to the light. She followed her feet to her grazing spot, spotting a frustrated Zarian and some more horses near her. She perked up and trotted towards them. She bumped her nose into Zarians neck as a greeting and turned her attention to the others. What's going on here? she asked, naively. Her tatty coat needed a good going over, and she thought of her appearance as scary as Zarians temper. I knickered softly to Zarian and turned to the stallion. I am Faye. Who be you, kind sir?

[eclipsemidir]

RAGE
Friend or not, I am sorry Zarian.


I pawed at the ground as Faye stepped out. I knew many mares in Zarian’s lands.
“I am Rage.” I answered as she asked me my name.
I stared at Zarian frustrated. I bowed my head.
“Zarian, I apologize. I had no idea Butterfly Effect was yours. Forgive me.”
I pawed at the ground again and gave a low neigh. I really was sorry, but I wanted a mare and Butterfly Effect was a beautiful mare. He lowered his head and began to mutter more apologies. Hopefully Zarian would forgive him for such a foolish mistake. It really was a mistake.

[Trill Stalker]

Zarian

I was about to scold the new warrior for his incompitence when the wind shifted bringing my attention towards one of my mares. Faye came up to my and rubbed her muzled along my neck in a loving gesture. "My Faye. We have been apart for far too long." I swung my body so that my warmth engulfed hers. “Zarian, I apologize. I had no idea Butterfly Effect was yours. Forgive me.” My attention was dragged once again to Rage. "Little warrior Butterfly was never mine. What we had was a short speaking that ended with me leaving her. The reason why I am mad at you is because you follow me first and then the mares that follow you come in second. I want your loyalty up front and you have shown me nothing but retaliation." My words were grumbled and I knew that Faye could feel the vibrations from my chest. I lowered my head and nipped at a few flying strans of her mane in a playful action. "And as for you Butterfly, if you do not want to become the follower of Rage then leave my lands. I will not tolerate you moking who I have in my band nore will I stand for you threatening to kill me." I glaired at the mare, hatred for her beautiful form plane on my face.