``i'm not OKAY__ (open)

[rayvencullen.]

{ ASTHELA }
{ Choke, choke again
I thought my demons were my friends
but in the end they're all out to get me... }

[x] I sensed them all around me, in total there were only three of the bastards around. I didn't know what to do, I just stood there like a wounded animal and waiting until one of them showed their pretty little facade so I can tear it apart. The first one to emerge was a lanky grey male, followed by a muscled white male and a small yet tough russet female. "Shit, I'm outnumbered," I thought to myself, warily switching my gaze from between the three wolves until the white one circled behind me. Instinctively I stretched out my hind leg in case I needed to kick, but while doing that the russet hurled herself right at my nape and dug her fangs in deep. At first I thought I was going to die, but then I noticed how she wasn't close to my jugular, so I settled on trying to throw her off. The grey didn't seem too happy with this and launched himself towards my face, clipping the edge of my nose and clawing through my right eye. Agony swept through me as I screamed in pain, until finally with one vigourous shake I freed myself of the attackers. Ears pinned I reared to my full height, slamming my front feet down upon the ground happy at the terror that shone in the grey's eyes. Outstretching my front leg I pawed at the ground, keeping my good eye on the white that had slunk back around me, motioning for his friends to leave. I had won.. barely.

[x] The black mare fell to the ground with a huff, her cheeks pressed within the cool snowy banks of the ground while the blood stained the beautiful white substance all around her carcass. She was bleeding profusely from bitemarks and claw marks around her haunches, shoulder and nape as well as the three claw marks going throughout her right eye. Fuck, now I'll be blind the rest of my life.. She thought to herself, ears sidling out from her face and limbs thrashing for her to get up until she settled into a limpy walk, head held low to the ground, allowing her mug to brush the wetness until she sighed, leaning against a dead tree and awaiting the sunrise to come upon the lands and light her way back to the mainlands, back to her king and family where she was safe and happy. She just needed to rest..

[eclipsemidir]

RAGE

I sensed a disturbance in my lands. I sniffed out the disturbance. Three dead wolves and Asthela, was she okay? I panicked, my blood beginning to boil with bipolar rage. I looked at the other two stallions I was with. Did they sense the disturbance too?

“Abacuss, Gasper, follow me,” I said to them, taking off at a full gallop.

He smelt blood, whether Asthela’s or the wolves he wasn’t sure. He was pissed, pissed more than he had ever been in his entire life. As he galloped he remembered one time he had been nearly this angry. It was when his former master, a cruel man, had taken out his whip and beat him until he was bleeding from almost every inch of his body. That was the night Rage had escaped. Snow fell to the ground covering almost every inch of Sunset Meadows. He stopped; he saw a black mare lying on the ground, barely ten feet away. He walked over to her and kneeled down.

“Asthela, what has happened?!?!

[Patch]

Gaspar

Catch me if you can!

"Abacuss, Gaspar, follow me," Rage said. Eh, what the heck could happen? I narrowed my eyes to slits. Bay stilts carried me across the terra as fast as they would go, for Rage's sake. I was now an assasin. Assasin. I liked that word. It sounded so me, so Gaspar, so sharp.
My powerful Arabian legs came to a halt twelve feet in front of my lord's queen. One of her eyes was missing. The wolves were gone. I glanced at Rage and Asthela, and darted over, following their scent trail. I would get my revenge on them, and let off some steam as well. Good. I started off at a walk, inspecting the ground at first, and getting faster and faster as I got closer.

[souls t a r`]

Long well muscled limbs struck out ahead of the baron, striking at the ground with a ferocity which was almost frightening. Abacuss was following his lord out to what seemed a battlefield of sorts. Abacuss could smell the vile aroma of blood on his nose. What had happened? He thought with fear. He hoped none of the herd members had been hurt. As he, Gaspar, and Rage came closer to the scene Abacuss depicted the sight of a ebony equine leaning against a dead tree. Was this the Queen? Hurrying ever faster along the stallion followed after Rage. Had this been his fault? His causing? No, he couldn't bear with that thought. It couldn't happen... not again.

Coming upon Asthela, Abacuss then slowed to a halt near Rage. ”Asthela, what has happened?” Abaucss hears his lord say. And indeed Abacuss is curious as well as to what has happened, but as he looks around he finds the three lifeless carcasses of what had been wolves. Their shaggy bodies lay motionless, their breath gone from their lungs. Pinning his ears back the black stud walked over to the russet colored wolf and kicked out at the carcass making it roll over to its other side with more blood pooling out of its wounds. Good riddance, he thinks as he then looks back toward Asthela and Rage. Where was Gaspar? Looking about he then sees the stallion moving off in another direction. Perhaps he has found other wolves that had been apart of the pack, Abacuss thinks to himself.

Turning his cranium back to the direction of Rage he waits quietly for a command on what to do.

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