Umbriel was surprised when the stallion laughed at her insult, no matter how thoughtlessly it had left her lips. It was a deep laugh, starting somewhere from inside his belly and echoing out through his lungs and into the dark forest. He must be unafraid of anyone finding him here, like cougars or wolves. It made sense; after all, the huge mechanical dog he had next to him would be sure to protect him from any harm. Although he looks like he could protect himself even without that large beast, Umbriel thought. As if it could read her mind, the mechanical beast in question stepped forward to stand in line with its master, its red eyes boring holes into the empty space ahead of it. Its red eyes sent unpleasant shivers up Umbriel’s spine, though the beast had seemed nothing but harmless thus far. Perhaps it was the unnatural stillness of it that unsettled the mare so. It did not breathe as the two unicorns did, exhaling moist, spent air into the dry summer atmosphere. It did not twitch as the horse’s hide naturally did when flies contacted it, it did not shift its weight from one leg to the other. Not so much as a wag of its wolf like tail could be seen from the dog. However, the strange stallion’s almost violent reaction to what Umbriel naively asked distracted her from her musings about the dog. “It is our birthright, being born with this weapon upon our brow, to dine where and when we wish. We are burdened with glorious purpose. We are ancient. We are wise, and our blood runs in the very earth we stand upon and in the stars in the sky.” Umbriel’s world turned upside down. She’d thought that he’d be angry as she was, filled with rage at the poor treatment of those cursed with the mark of the moon. However, he had obviously not been treated badly, he even seemed to feel superior to those without horns—he’d said their purpose was glorious, after all. She’d noticed the strength of his tone, such a change from the blandness he’d expressed earlier. For the first time she noticed his eyes, blazing with indignation. They were a bronze color, making her think of mines deep within the earth. She found herself getting agitated as well; feeding off the emotions he was exuding. It was only natural, as horses are responsive herd animals first and foremost. The stranger spoke again in the same passionate voice as before. “Eat. Your horn gives you your freedom. It is power that can never be taken from you.” Umbriel’s green eyes wandered upwards as if trying to look at her horn, even if it was impossible without a reflective surface. She’d never thought of her horn as something powerful, something that made her worthy, only as something that brought her strife and confrontation. |
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violent red. - by Umbriel - 06-28-2012, 04:39 PM
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RE: violent red. - by Umbriel - 06-30-2012, 04:24 PM
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