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10-24-2012, 08:52 PM
"It is a long story, young one," it was the first time he had addressed her as such, "for I have lived a long life, but I will tell it to you." His voice was heavy, bitter, angry. Memories he had staved off for long assaulted his mind. It was not a pleasant thing to be around the stallion when he was in a temper, but he would not harm the mare, would not try to kill her. He desired only her body, not her blood, and now she brought to the forefront of his mind memories of a long dead mare. She could in no way resemble his former mate, for she was the wrong color and of the wrong blood, but she reminded him of her nonetheless.
"I was young when I met the mare that was to become my mate...so very young. Already I was responsible for much, a herd, the lands that surrounded them, my father had given it to me before settling down with his mate, a mare that was not my mother, but that is not relevant. She was beautiful, the moment I laid eyes on her I knew I had to have her. She was pregnant within the month." He paused, his great black eyes closing and then reopening with renewed vigor.
"My firstborn was, to my surprise, two firstborns. Twin daughters. Miska and Gem," as he spoke their names he smiled for the first time in awhile, "they were the light of my life. Beautiful girls with all of the grace of their mother. To say that their birth was the happiest moment of my life would be a lie, however, for with each subsequent birth, my son Nebula, my daughter Cai, my son Equinox, and lastly, my son Leviathan, brought me more joy." On Leviathan's name, his voice broke and he stumbled. His last born, and his favorite child, Leviathan had been the death that triggered it all.
"Leviathan was the last to be born, and the first to die. He was still so young when it happened, cut down in an act of war by an enemy I didn't even know we had. He was avenged, many times over, but in being avenged he fueled my own ambition. I waged wars that should never have been waged. I killed, slaughtered in my anger for my son's death. I drove away my mate with my bloodthirsty ways. She never forgave me." The stallion's head dropped, eyes shuddered. He appeared very weary.
"They're all dead, killed in the last battle I ever fought. They've been dead for years." Just like the stallion's once loving heart.
"I was young when I met the mare that was to become my mate...so very young. Already I was responsible for much, a herd, the lands that surrounded them, my father had given it to me before settling down with his mate, a mare that was not my mother, but that is not relevant. She was beautiful, the moment I laid eyes on her I knew I had to have her. She was pregnant within the month." He paused, his great black eyes closing and then reopening with renewed vigor.
"My firstborn was, to my surprise, two firstborns. Twin daughters. Miska and Gem," as he spoke their names he smiled for the first time in awhile, "they were the light of my life. Beautiful girls with all of the grace of their mother. To say that their birth was the happiest moment of my life would be a lie, however, for with each subsequent birth, my son Nebula, my daughter Cai, my son Equinox, and lastly, my son Leviathan, brought me more joy." On Leviathan's name, his voice broke and he stumbled. His last born, and his favorite child, Leviathan had been the death that triggered it all.
"Leviathan was the last to be born, and the first to die. He was still so young when it happened, cut down in an act of war by an enemy I didn't even know we had. He was avenged, many times over, but in being avenged he fueled my own ambition. I waged wars that should never have been waged. I killed, slaughtered in my anger for my son's death. I drove away my mate with my bloodthirsty ways. She never forgave me." The stallion's head dropped, eyes shuddered. He appeared very weary.
"They're all dead, killed in the last battle I ever fought. They've been dead for years." Just like the stallion's once loving heart.
