Post by Sohalia on Apr 27, 2009 16:29:32 GMT -5
I moved in the center of the land as I stood a few meters away from the large river while I listen to the rushing river below. I let my copper lantern just stare at the water as it quickly rush over the rocks, threating to drown anything that dare to cross the angry water. I was there thinking to myself. I knew that the meeting wasn't over, but during this break I had to gather my mind together. I knew that Banshee wanted my spot, which with that I was fine. I would love to put the scars of battle upon her flesh. You see to me she was like a pure virgin and had to be broken in. I would be the one popping her cherry, with the her blood, sweat and pain. With this I could feel the excitement wash over my painted carcass while I began to shiver slightly. But was this title really worth fighting for? I had this doubt in back of my mind. Should I just turn my title over to Banshee? I mean Fall was now here, the breeding season and I would like a foal and I'm sure the butter cream mare would like one too. That would put both our foals at risk. Then another thing was, me and Intrepid always fought, there was never spoken kind toward another, maybe just once or twice through out the two years Ive been with him. I just wish there could be something more. But if me and Banshee was to fight, it should now, before we put our foals at risk.
I let a slight sigh escape from my painted mug while I let these thoughts run loose in my mind. Could I stand beside anyone that I didn't get along with? I love him, but I knew deep down inside, there would be nothing between us. It was then my mind began to run wild once more. Droja, your turning into a weak pussy ass bitch. Do what you enjoy to do, fight, cause pain upon others. It was then I let my copper lantern change to white while I narrow in on the rocks in the river. His damn bipolar moods was starting to rubbing off on me.
I let my limbs turns my painted carcass around while I scan the surrounding timbers as a thick layer of fog blanket itself around the botton of there trunks. I could feel the hair raise upon my spine, I began to taste the blood upon my taste buds. I was going into one of my own moods, my blood thirsty mood. I began to prance in place while I held my boa at a tight arch. I then let my mug open while I let my voice roar through out the land as I called Intrepid and Banshee. I watch the black birds began to fly out of the timbers as they flew away from my voice. I then began to released loud threating snorts, waiting for them to come and step forward toward me.
[Sorry lynx, I had Droja muse and with tomorrow the first day of fall, I thought the fight should go ahead since they both might have foals. Also whoever gets on first is allow to post.]
