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His appendages, all bathed in alabaster minus on rear, kept a steady canter as he made his way into the heart of this new place. His coat, still smelled of salt where he had came from the sea to the south. He had made his way along the shore in a semi half moon fashion before veering to his left and heading in a northern fashion deep into the thick forest. As the sands turned to leaves and the trees grew more abundant, he slowed his pace to a walk and continued searching for other beings.
The ebon colt was still on his mind. The single reason why he was still followed was because he had taken the colt with him, when he had left his family. Oh, but BlackSong was so different, so regal looking and so beautiful. He remember the day he first seen the colt, two years prior. So frail, new and innocent. His mother had been one of the ones that Kibo had coaxed into meeting him inside the caverns at night, and she had willingly gave herself to the mystical brute. It went on for about a week, the lovely Jade came to him and they would go hours of passion behind her mates back. Her mate was newly appointed guard for the night shift. A position held in high favor in the herd since any rank close to the leaders also made you, a higher up. The ebon brute, named Patriot, had gladly accepted the position and had boasted about it, never knowing that Kibo had put a worm in his father’s ear about the brave and valiant Patriot just so he could get his precious, beautiful Jade alone at night.
The day had came that Jade grew larger and larger and Kibo lost interest in her, simply because she was growing so big. It wasn’t easy to listen to her complaining as he roughly made entry and would satisfy his own needs in the harshest manner possible without leaving marks her dear Patriot would see. It never crossed his mind that it could be his heir within her, and upon delivery, it was apparent that it wasn’t anyway. Born at night, the dear BlackSong was praised immediately for looking like his father’s lines and having his mothers deep blue eyes. Ebon like his father, and looking just as much as his father’s breed, the colt had become a sick fixation on Kibo and as he aged, Kibo made sure to be one of close standings.
The day had come others were questioning Kibo and his sexual fixations on their young daughters and the death of Raven and his son (see bio), seemed to hang thick in the air. Kibo had caught the black colt alone and had simply said “Would you like to come on an adventure with me? Just you and I, it would after all make your father so proud if you were to help me out…” with a smile on his face. The colt, whom was well into his second year and who had grown so much, jumped at the invitation with great excitement and proclaimed to Kibo “Father will then make me a warrior and I can be a guard just like him one day Prince Kibo!” Kibo, disgusted inside, smiled on the outside and continued to play the part, taking the colt with him on his journey, urging him to run alongside as to ‘get there in time’.
Before long the little beast grew tired and started to complain. Two days of running had greatly exhausted him and Kibo was at his wits end, listening to the constant are we there yet, where are we, what is it we are doing, I miss my mom and dad, can I go back? It was late one evening that Kibo found himself staring at the little colt and his lust started to boil. He remember how nice Jade was and wondered how sweet little Blacksong would be and how heartbroken dear old Dad would be to find his son laying in the middle of the woods the next morning. Something inside Kibo snapped and he then started to speak of Jade and how sweet she was, how long she lasted and how she enjoyed the brutal assaults he would give at night while Patriot was away protecting the King. BlackSong looked at Kibo in horror and screamed as the innocence of the young beast was slowly, shattering in front of Kibo. He took full advantage and let his lustrous desires go, tenfold and did everything he wished he could have to jade, to her son.
When morning broke, the colt was a pile of ebon fur on the ground. He had been repeatedly mangled beyond his worst nightmares and had bite wounds all over him and a few broken ribs. His eyes were glazed over with shock and his breathing was rapid and shallow. Kibo sneered and the beauty of the little being faded as he looked so ugly used and laying there. Without further to do, Kibo took off as he could smell the parents coming closer. Maybe it was all in his mind but he swears an hour or so later, he could hear the wails of their grief as they found his torn body. He made sure to stab BlackSong with his horn, leaving a mark that Patriot would immediately know and turn his heart to stone.
They had come, by the multitudes to find him, and they had come faster than Kibo had expected. The night he plunged into the ocean, they were practically on his heels. The storm had covered his escape and even the waves didn’t stop him from plunging into them. The water was cool, but felt nice to his aching muscles as he swam towards the scent of land, far, far away. At some point, he thought the ocean would surly take his life and had passed out, only to be washed up on some white sand beach. He laid and stayed in the general area for days regaining his composure before taking off in a canter one morning up the shoreline, making his way to the timbers where he smelt others. He had seen others in the distance once, with horns just as his and even wings.
His mind came back to his immediate surroundings as he surveyed the crows cackling above him. They gave away the presence of others and they were saying “One comes with a horn” to each other. Sneering, the brute came to a standstill within a large clearing. Almost perfectly circular and edged with beautiful scented roses and pines he let his pools relax. He wouldn’t share his past here, not at all. No one needed to know his ill intentions. He just wished for someone younger, maybe not so young… someone gullible to come by, a sweet filly who would enjoy an older unicorns touch, or maybe even a mare around his age or older that needed someone to fulfilled her desires. There was more than enough of him to go around, his pride un-tucked just the slightest as he relaxed and thought about the others. The scent of some in season lingered here, maybe someone was near or perhaps had previously left… either way, this was a great area to have a passionate affair in, or just communication, whichever suited him fine… he needed to find out more of his own whereabouts before he went digging for others to woo anyway.
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