You’re stomping, ears back and tail swishing erratically from side to side. You slosh through the mud and the muck carelessly, annoyed at everything in the whole world. Lace-face had promised that you were wanted. What has she given you? A herd full of ignorant faces that don’t care a thing about you, except to tell you how wrong you are. That white stallion, pretty boy. It’s him in particular that you’re pissed off at. You wish you could find him walking alone. You’d smash one- or all four- of your hooves into him without a second thought. He deserves it, after all- talking all high and mighty like he’s better than you. What makes him better than you? Nothing. Nothing at all.

As you stomp and sway, you find that you’re getting closer to the sands of the Endless Blue. The land around you is a strange mix of swamp and dirt and sand and greenery. Even your heavy, muddy hooves are finding better purchase on the ground around you. The moonlight isn’t doing much to light your way, it seems rather dim tonight, and the rumble of thunder is off in the distance. Perhaps it is an omen of terrible things to come. You wonder about such things for a moment before you are distracted. A flash of lighting far out over the sea meets your eyes and the long, growling sound that follows is like fuel to the fire that rages inside of you.

You raise your head and scream, the sound is loud and long- unmistakable. It’s quite clear what you want. You want blood. Turning back the way you came from, you look to see if any of your “herd mates” have followed you out this far. Your eyes search in the darkness, seeing none at this moment. Taking a few seconds to slide your bag off your shoulder, you search the darkness and scream again. You think you see a flash of horse in the shadows and you prepare yourself for something to come. Your mind is surprisingly clear, as you haven’t eaten any of your plants in quite some time. The desire to take one is strong right now. You need the plants like you need oxygen, but you need this fight more and the plants cloud your mind. Ears back, tail trashing, you simply wait now. You’re looking for that flash again. Was it the pretty boy coming to answer your call? You hope so.

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WC- 413
Setting- Junction of the Endless Blue and the Spectral Marsh. The moon is thin so it is not providing much light and thunderclouds are rolling in.
System- Hybrid Dice
OOC- Open to any Asylum member; I will start our stats rolling thread once I know who my opponent is

we all look for ways to make the pain go away