Post by nuzzer2 on Jun 23, 2008 12:21:23 GMT -5
. Serpent .
Never wound a snake; kill it
A shrill scream rang through the lands as the young stud entered the woods; cranium was carried high and nostrils flared, I had come to visit my dear mommy. I raised my claws and pawed angrily at the ground, my age had reached two years; and I was now a damn fine young stallion. Bodice colored completely midnight black, my muscular neck was a clear sign of secret training; training for this day. I reared up on my hindquarters; kicking an invisible enemy with my sharp nails, how long would I have to wait? I released yet another call for the equines of this god forsaken land, who would arrive first? When would they notice the musky scent of unknown stallion?
My lips twisted up in a smirk, I was ready to meet who ever came; even ready to pick up a fight if I had to – my young stallion blood was raging, and was high on adrenalin. I danced sideways on strong pistons, I had lost the last bit of foal coat – and looked completely like an adult stallion by now, however my mind didn’t quite work as one yet. The young brain was clouded with betrayal and fury; along with the cockiness of a young male – that was easily transformed into actions.
I needed my revenge over the vampire queen Lakita, my own dam – who had left me to die with Riku, not that I minded having grown up with the grey stallion as my new father; but it hadn’t been enough to shake the deep wound the queen had inflicted on my heart away.
“Come come, I’m waiting for you my queen”
Tones were deep and masculine; changed over the last months from my young innocent tone, it had now turned into that of a full grown – and damn sexy stallion. Soft and silky; gentle and seducing, wasn’t that what every mare wanted? I was born by two dark equines – both pure Arabians with excellent heritages, and had been raised by a neutral stallion and his queen; did that make me royal? In my own book, hell yeah.
My lips twisted up in a smirk, I was ready to meet who ever came; even ready to pick up a fight if I had to – my young stallion blood was raging, and was high on adrenalin. I danced sideways on strong pistons, I had lost the last bit of foal coat – and looked completely like an adult stallion by now, however my mind didn’t quite work as one yet. The young brain was clouded with betrayal and fury; along with the cockiness of a young male – that was easily transformed into actions.
I needed my revenge over the vampire queen Lakita, my own dam – who had left me to die with Riku, not that I minded having grown up with the grey stallion as my new father; but it hadn’t been enough to shake the deep wound the queen had inflicted on my heart away.
“Come come, I’m waiting for you my queen”
Tones were deep and masculine; changed over the last months from my young innocent tone, it had now turned into that of a full grown – and damn sexy stallion. Soft and silky; gentle and seducing, wasn’t that what every mare wanted? I was born by two dark equines – both pure Arabians with excellent heritages, and had been raised by a neutral stallion and his queen; did that make me royal? In my own book, hell yeah.
that was your mistake, mommy.
