Plauged with Stripes [Plague/Open]

Plauged with Stripes [Plague/Open]

Zikar-Sin Posts: 78

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Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 8

M.E.

12-04-2012, 09:59 PM (This post was last modified: 12-04-2012, 10:00 PM by Zikar-Sin.)

The dappled-one's blood boiled in dormant anger as the trembling beast loped through the underbrush of the thresholded forest he had first trespassed upon in these lands. When he first entered this fated land, he was ignorant and kind; willing to bow his head in respect to any pile of horseflesh that happened to speak honeyed words to the boy. Now, he was still kind, sure, but it was a conditional sort of kindness. It was discerning now; he had learned first-hand the dangers of dealing with Hornless Ones, how vicious and absurd they were in this land. He had dealt with them before, but for some reason within the boundaries of THIS territory, they acted with the same indifferent crudeness akin to wolves and other vermin. They were to be shunned, and--at least one of them-- destined to be exterminated.

Sin snorted suddenly in his anger; it was very much unlike him to be so impassioned this way. He was a studious sort and not one to be enslaved by his emotions; very rarely he was ~~stirred~~ shaken like this, but now he was shaken, and he was in the curious position of being unable to rid himself from it. The memory of that horrid creature who had the gall to attack him still got him riled; the thought of that strange filly with the gorgeous wings saddened him, for the specimen had escaped and he was completely enamored with her wings. If only he had managed to convince her to stay...to get her to spread those awesome appendages...to stomp upon her shins and split them, to pierce the crook of her coronet, leaving her incapacitated and unable to run....She might have screamed in agony from that....what a beautiful sound it would have been...

*"Mother! Mother, are you there!"*

Sin's eyes widened; he cocked his ears forward, catching a most piteous squeal coming from the depths of the forest. He paused, his limbs completely still as he reached forward with his senses and his skills of observation. Most curiously, his anger was gone-- or rather, he was still angry, but the powerful burst of inquiry had shelved his rage into a part of his mind that no longer affected the stallion. Sin delved himself into his scrutiny of the forest around him; with his ears he had heard a small one, most certainly a foaling, calling out with a most frantic tone; with his nose he caught a faint aroma that had eluded him before in his rage, the unmistakable odor of rotted flesh and death; and with his eyes he saw the tiniest of shadows meander betwixt the trees, confused in its gait and slight in its stature.

*"Mother!"*

The pity and compassion cut through Sin's chest like an inflamed knife; he was compelled to come forward, almost against his will.

"You poor thing," he murmured, pacing slowly towards the shadow of a creature. As he came closer, he came to see the interesting coloration of the foaling; white and black angled together like a lightening storm against the pelt of the bony little thing that trembled in his sight. The presence of five tiny horns were visible on the young one's brow, and suddenly Sin felt a compulsion for protection. He knew first hand how the Hornless Ones would treat one of his kind in this forest, and he knew this little one would probably lie dead at the feet of one of those forsaken demons. He couldn't abandon one of his blood.

"You don't need to be afraid," he said soothingly, coaxingly, inching his way closer to the trembling foal and attempting not to frighten her away, "I am a friend...I am here to help you...I will not hurt you..."

Truer words were never spoken.