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11-30-2012, 12:38 AM
Stellaluna From the deepest desires often come the deadliest hate. |
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The rusty coated mare huffed and hissed, angrily kicking stones from her imaginary path. The air was warming, the snow melting and dripping from the boughs above her. She was frustrated. Some of those wretched bird brained idiots had called down to her from above, laughing at her for no reason. If only I could rip the feathers from their wings, she hissed in her head, I would give them something to laugh at. Then, she heard an odd call. Someone begging for a fight. Stellaluna snorted, and rolled her amber eyes. But still, the demand intrigued her. She quietly changed direction, slinking through the trees like a tigress on the hunt. The now melting snow exposed the decaying leaves from fall time, and the unfamiliar sun accentuated the dapples that poured down her back. She was a camouflaged hunter. Then, the beast came into view. No horn rested upon her brow. “Filth,” Stellaluna hissed. She knew what she must do. She would spring, digging her horns into the fleshy side of the silver dapple, puncturing her heart and leaving her to bleed out on the forest floor. A sick smile spread across Stellaluna’s face, and in her fantasizing, she didn’t notice the stick that soon met one of her golden hooves. At the snapping of the twig her prey become aware of her approach. Stellaluna cussed, then sprang. Her petite frame made her agile, easily lifting over the fallen tree that separated her and Tainted. She dropped her head down, hoping to land a blow and slice the grey mare’s shoulder, marring her silver coat. She wheeled away, after her attempt at making contact, and spun on her heels, facing the opposing mare. You filthy wretch,”“ the racist called out. “You come to this forest and look for a fight? You have no spear upon your brow to defend yourself. Hell, you don’t even have the wings of one of the filthy fliers to carry you away from an assault! How pathetic!” Stellaluna spat the last word, her amber eyes full of rage directed to her inferior. “But, I am feeling generous today,” the rusty mare offered, “I will make your end quick. That is, if you don’t fight it.” Stellaluna stood strong, waiting for the mare to surrender, or to attempt an attack. [ Words: 385 | Post: 1/3 | Stellaluna launches herself at her opponent, hoping to slice open Tainted's side and leave a decent gash. ] |
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