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The beast was in a particularly, good, or to him, foul mood. He was going to have several of his foals soon defacing Helovia. 'They better be colts.' He thought with a derisive snort. Fillies would certainly not do, and he would continue to breed until he had an acceptable amount of male spawn about. He could see himself now, fighting beside his sons. His monstrous head lifted into the sky, his sharpened spiral horn slashing violently through the air as his thunderous laugh ripped from his chest. Oh how he would love to watch his son's attempt to surpass his murderous tendencies. His roaring laughter subsided to a small chuckle as he pressed on. He rolled his shoulders one at a time as he walked his way through the forest. The dark was a place this vicious stallion could really enjoy, even if his white and red splashed pelt stood out like a sore thumb. Maybe it would make him appear as a ghost, or a rouge snowball. He shook his hulking head at the ridiculous thought, maybe he did have snow in his brain. The beast was growing bored of his walk through the trees, so he planted his massive hooves into a firm stop. His nose quivered as he drew in the scents around him; growing things, musky creatures, and a mare. A rare smile covered his features as he pushed himself into a smooth trot. His rolling shoulders and sloping hips allowed him to sway as easily as a new rocking chair. He allowed his immense chest to push aside saplings and other young plants from his path. As the dainty white and blue mare lay among the trees he was careful to keep his mass within the thick shadows. His deep avalanche like voice swam lazily from his chest, in an almost teasing manner, yet still dark, "Oh little dove, would you like to see a very good example of why you should not lay so openly in the darkest of places?" From his shadowy veil warm lips were turned into a wicked smirk. He carefully slid one enormous scarlet feathered hoof into the mare's view. He hoped his bright yellow eye could be seen as well, to strike fear into her heart. "Talking"’Thoughts’ Words: 378 @[Elsa] Krieger |
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