Massive tawny vulture wings flapped as the grullo flew on top of the world. His silver gaze washed over the earth’s wonders while the wind gently brushed through his tinsel highlighted mane. Usually the stallion’s thoughts were none other than his love, Phaedra, but this time it was different. This time they were vengeful and plot worthy. Levi recently had encountered none other than the evil prick, Tio. The brute thought that he could just walk in their lands trying to take over. Deciding whether he should take over or not, but apparently that was not his day to fight. That asshole thought that he would/ will be able to take over the Throat? The grullo thought not! There was no way anyone would want to side with Tio anyways. All of his mares would end up being pregnant because he was a player and no one could possibly have respect. Tio was un honorable to his herd leader, Kri, and told her that he would make her his little whore. What the fuck? That would never happen. Tio is Levi’s enemy and on his watch he would never let him touch Kri. He would die for her, for any of his herd members because in the end , they were his family.

Tio thinks that he is going to be able to take over the herd lands, with what army? Levi thought gritting his teeth. No one would want to follow in his footsteps and besides, he is no fighter, in fact, he had no technique and tried to take on three on one. What an idiot he was! Levi thought back on the day and how he attempted to kick out towards his wings, but the fact was he was to slow. By the time it took the fool to turn around, Levi had already stepped backwards letting the brute kick the air. His kick did not look powerful at all, he actually looked like he had never fought in his life, but there would be a day that Levi would kill him. Maybe by himself or maybe not, but this was personal and there was no way Levi was going to stand for it. There would be no fighting on his lands if it was with Tio!

Shaking his head from the thoughts, the brute suddenly wondered about Phaedra. What if he had Phaedra washed under a spell? What if he was going to hurt her, or worse, kill her? The brute shuddered at the thought, but quickly cut if off from his mind before he got to into it. Creating an aerodynamic shape, the brute pinned his raven colored ears to his skull as he moved quickly towards the ground. It did not matter where he landed, but he needed to take a drink. About ten feet from the ground, Levi let his wings flap out before he gently glided to the ground. His silver hooves slipped through the dozens of flowers that were now in full bloom. Taking a short time to collect himself, the brute stayed in place to catch his breath.


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