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[PRIVATE] a mixture of descent and decay

Einarr Posts: 113
Absent Abyss atk: 5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6
Stallion :: Pegasus :: 17.2 hh :: 8 years HP: 67 | Buff: NOVICE
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Einarr
Tonight I'll sign my blood on the leather and bleed together to find our own separate ways

There was victory to be won here, no glory to obtain. He would not stride home with his head held high and her head on a stick. No. Rage bubbled and boiled inside the ebony stallion, shaking his entire body. His eyes were on fire, and they flicked over to the dead cat. Some form of sick accomplishment washed over his face for just a moment, though it was probably only because now he did not have to worry about its teeth and claws, and it could not elude him to slice down his offspring. A flash of ashen wings flickers in the opposite corner and Einarr turns his attention on the familiar, young stag. A loud snort bursts from the warrior's nostrils and he yelled at the boy, flapping his wings twice to solidify his command, "Get babe to safety!"

His confidence in the young boy was not as true as his rage towards the mother of his filly was. Turning his burned sienna eyes back on to her grey, Einarr snapped into motion. He was a flash of long legs and feathers, rocketing between the mare and her target. "VO YOF LAME!" He screamed again, flapping his wings to give him momentum. He pushed his shoulder forward and intended to ram straight into Histe's side and knock her to the ground, get her off balance, and off her trajectory. "YOU NOT HURT IT!" Einarr's voice was a deep bellow, shaking the atmosphere around them, as if his voice was Mjolnir and he was Thor, smashing the great weapon into the earth and sending demolishing lightning to his enemy.

The desire that had plagued him in the forest just weeks ago was nothing compared to this uncontrollable, malicious, deafening rage that split his heart down the middle and shook him down to his bones. His inky lips peeled away from his teeth and he shot them out towards Histe's throat, wanting to feel the vital vein snap. He wanted to taste her blood in his mouth, wash his hooves in her decay and lay his desecration over her scarred body. His stallion's hunger had been overwhelming in the forest, and he had wished it had not been, for the only good it had done was give him his filly.

His beautiful, perfect filly that he would avenge and protect forevermore.



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Messages In This Thread
a mixture of descent and decay - by Histe - 02-23-2015, 01:02 AM
RE: a mixture of descent and decay - by Mordecai - 02-23-2015, 01:16 AM
RE: a mixture of descent and decay - by Einarr - 02-23-2015, 06:37 PM
RE: a mixture of descent and decay - by Rhoa - 02-23-2015, 06:54 PM
RE: a mixture of descent and decay - by Histe - 02-23-2015, 09:32 PM
RE: a mixture of descent and decay - by Einarr - 02-23-2015, 09:47 PM
RE: a mixture of descent and decay - by Megaera - 02-23-2015, 10:28 PM
RE: a mixture of descent and decay - by Mordecai - 02-23-2015, 11:15 PM
RE: a mixture of descent and decay - by Rhoa - 02-24-2015, 11:41 AM
RE: a mixture of descent and decay - by Histe - 02-24-2015, 09:50 PM
RE: a mixture of descent and decay - by Einarr - 02-24-2015, 10:04 PM
RE: a mixture of descent and decay - by Megaera - 02-24-2015, 11:20 PM

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