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Not far from a conversation between deranged adults, another, private scene of carnage was taking place. It's culprit much younger- a foal. The victim was a hare that had not run away because it had made the mistake of thinking the horse was an ally. The colt was having quite a ball with his new plaything, lifting it up in his teeth and tossing it against trees, letting it scramble to get away only to block it's escape route and do it again. Each squeal of pain driven from the rabbit's lungs sent another thrill of excitement through the young stallion's mind and body.

However, all games must come to an end sooner or later, and when the colt became aware of voices sounding not far off, he paused, stopping his plaything from getting away by pinning it's tail under his hoof. He tried to listen to what was being said but the rabbit was struggling too loudly. In a fit of frustration, he stomped his other hoof down on the hare's leg. The resulting crunch of bones splattered his dark brown legs in crimson and he shivered. The experience was cold- the air around him was chilled and to get wet was almost a suicide mission. However, the feel of thick blood trickling down to form a puddle under his hooves was exciting in a myriad of different ways.

Feritas was almost tempted to stay and finish the job, however his curiosity overcame his sadistic pleasure. He turned his head to listen again, only for his ears to be assaulted by a certain rabbit screaming in pain. Rage now boiled over his frustration and he turned an icy cyan eye on his prey. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" He screamed, hatefully before dive-bombing his victim with the tip of his own double-bladed dagger. It's shriek was cut off in a gurgle of blood and the silence that followed was bittersweet to the boy. On the one hand, it was nice to finally be able to hear what was going on in the other scene, but he was sad to have his game end so quickly.

He decided he would punish whoever had distracted him in compensation.

".... Does a woman by the name of Arah dwell among you still? And what of our Empress- I assume she still stands in good health, no?”

Feritas's ears pricked and he lifted his head, only to find he could not dislodge the dead rabbit from his curved horns. He tossed his head, the weight on his horn unnatural and the fur and guts of the creature (they were hanging out through the gaping hole now) were hanging down in his eyes, obstructing his vision. Giving a startled whinny, the colt tossed his head and wheeled to crash through the undergrowth and bump right into a very solid wall of muscle. Landing on his tail, the colt snorted in anger and tossed his head to get the rabbit's intestines out of his line of sight.

"Watch where you're going you great oa- woaaah...." Okay, mouthing off to a stallion who was literally four times your own size and who looked like he'd just returned from a bloodbath was not the smartest idea in the world. Feritas didn't think he'd ever seen a horse so big (he didn't even know a horse COULD grow that big) and as a result of his shock, he sat there gaping for some time, not even paying attention when the rabbit's liver fell out of the corpse and bounced off the end of his nose.

The almost comical expression on the colts face melted quickly to return to it's normal indifferent rage, and at the same time, his shock evaporated just as fast. The reason was because he realized he must look rather silly with the rabbit stuck to his face. He stood up and shook his head, lowering it to drag the rabbit off his horn against the ground and still that didn't work- the curve of his horns was so that it was resolutely lodged in the rabbit's corpse.

He looked up at the two stallions (he could see the other one standing not far away from the first, and even though he did not know which was recruiting for the Basin, it did not matter to him. Although admittedly, recruiting for new members while being covered in blood was an... interesting sales pitch) with a complete lack of fear, and growled out at them. "Don't just stand there gawking like a pair of idiots! Help me get this fucking thing off!" He'd learned a long time ago that swearing as adults swear was a good way to get people's attention.

Still grinding his horn into the ground, he bucked his hind legs out of frustration and wheeled, bucking repeatedly as his frustration mounted into an enraged tantrum. That poor rabbit was torn to shreds postmortem and Feritas continued to grind his horns into the dirt, determined to punish the rabbit for everything. For thinking it could cling to him for even a moment, for weighing down his head, for obstructing his line of sight. His face was a mask of pure, unrestrained rage and he screamed to this effect as he tore gouges in the ground.

At this point in Feritas's life, he had do much hate boiling in his blood, he knew not where it came from, or why he felt this way, and he did not question it's existence. All he knew was that... he could fly into full blown tantrums like this with the slightest provocation. Surely, a demon like him could be sharpened into a weapon and then be used in battle, but only if it was honed to control it's temper, which was something Feritas had yet to get a grip on.

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Crash Course, Played by Aeo
Deodat, played by Selkie
Changed the font size so that it gives the illusion of growing louder the more he's listening.
Also, Aeo gave me permission to gate crash the thread. xD