Biru

The rising black stallion rose like a horrifying smoke. His head and chest had raised into the air, but then, the main event, his knees. They hit against her mouth as he elevated himself higher and higher. He was a king rising to his throne, and there was no stopping the path of destruction. But, in order to defeat the fledglings, you must return to their level.

He forced his body down onto the earth, and Annabelle was screaming. Her own emotions were being overridden by Biru’s pure hatred. The feeling was so foreign, but there was nothing she could do to fight it. As much as she did not want to succumb to the black emotions, she had no choice. Her screams had finally faded, and she had actually begun to pass out. Her little body could not take the emotions and stress, and so she collapsed to the ground.

Biru you idiot! How can you not see what you are doing! That is what the world seemed to be screaming at him. But his ears were deaf as his hoof struck out towards the mare that was “trying to kill him”. He would not let Lia strike him down again! The hoof connected with the chest, forcing the bloody-mouthed mare back a few steps. There! He wanted to scream. Stay away!. But he could not talk; his breathing was coming ragged and fast. Words could not fit in edgewise.

But even she had not given up the fight yet. Her frame bounced forward, reaching for his chest. That is when he realized…

His eyes would have widened to the size of dinner plates, if his head had not restricted them. This was not Lia, and they were certainly not in the sandy pit that had not so many years ago almost taken his life. The shock had rendered him near unable to move, all he could do was lift his head. Her teeth latched onto to the flesh, on the right side of his chest. They clamped down with what seemed like the force of a vice. This bruise became relevant quickly, whilst the bite was occurring. The blood vessels in this nearly unprotected muscly area split with ease. He cried out, pulling backwards until he was out of the grip of her teeth.

Then, he became acutely aware of the state of Annabelle. He could no longer hear her thoughts, but the quite breathing of her sleeping state. He shot a frightened glance toward the unknown painted woman. She was not Lia, and he was not back home.

His feet pushed off away from her, heading in the direction of Anna who was curled up nearby. He nosed the unmoving body, awaking her into a groggy state. She bleated pitifully, and returned her head to the ground with her eyes closed. What had he done! Protectively, he lowered his body down beside the fawn, curling around the soft child. This was his now, and he must never forget it. Fighting is what happened in the past, and it must not let it consume his future. Even though he had only walked away with very few injuries, it felt as if he had just been killed.

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