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10-06-2012, 11:18 AM
[Since this is my thread I say: Posting-order is a lie! x3]
He wasn’t ready. He wasn’t paying attention. After stopping by Snö, happily receiving her display of affection he just lost his trail of thought, lost his anchor in the world. Maybe it was sadness that created the veil that kept him from looking in the right direction. Maybe it was wary or simply just bad luck. But the fact was that the pet didn’t even understand that he was made a target. His understanding of words was, to say the least, limited so he didn’t even reflect over the mare’s outcall. She was on him before he could react. Her heavy form pushed him off balance and he fell to the ground. Her broad hoof, with all her weight behind it came towards his face, his surprised, uncomprehending face with the red and yellow eyes widened in confusion. He had fallen under her and even if she didn’t meant to trample him; his skull was in her way. It was quick. It was with minimum pain. But it still was. A long time ago a mad unicorn desired a mate, she was a witch, an ugly one too, and so no stallion wanted her. Instead she found a dog, a happy-go-lucky, black shepherd with a heart of gold. She turned him into a unicorn, but it didn’t go as well as she’d expected. The stallion had no words, he was still just a dog in mind and the change of body and the evil magic of the witch drove him into madness. The witch then put a spell on a black rope, it was meant to control the beast she’d created, but when she tied it around his neck the stallion managed to pierce her with his horn. She died and with her dying breath she cursed him yet again: ”You are but a dog! Simply a tool for anyone to use as they see fit! And without a master you are doomed to madness - without a leader you will be a monster!” On the ground the black body of the cursed stallion now lay motionless, in a pool of his own blood. Skull crushed and demon eyes bloodshot and staring blindly. The Monster was dead. |
