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04-28-2015, 12:01 AM
Though my herd had suffered a defeat, I managed to pull out a personal victory against the mare Aviya. Though victorious, I still feel the rage of betrayal from Oxy, the horror of the bodies falling, the sadness of an era gone by. With a slight limp, I begin to make my way from the battlefield, avoiding those looking to take me out in my weakened state. But then there's a shouting that rings through my ears, and my nostrils flare in angered response.
"IS THAT ALL YOU'VE FUCKING GOT, FALLS?! HOW PATHETIC! FLIES GIVE ME A BETTER RUN!"
The arrogance, insolence, makes my blood boil. I see him, standing there in the darkness, almost invisible due to his blackened coat. But a twinkle of the moon illuminates him, shows his red eyes, his blood red horn. His voice makes it easier for me to target him. I hesitate - is this a good idea to charge an enemy clearly eager for battle, when I am so weakened? But my blood keeps boiling, and the rage and indignity of it all overcomes my reasoning, my sanity. I charge at the younger stallion, snorting in rage, ignoring the pain in my leg that makes my gait uneven. I can fight through it, for now at least. For this moment.
A shrill scream - mine. My teeth are bared but I aim with the horns on my head, seeking his shoulder. I tear my head upward, ripping brutal, jagged gashes in his ebony skin. Now his shoulder can match his ruby eyes. "HOW DARE YOU, HEATHEN!" I free my skull from his body, then back up, half-rearing with flailing forelegs. "UMRI, FOL DEMONA!" I scream in my native tongue, my insides twisting with the turmoil of emotions that I am not even sure how to properly express. Pity a poor boy with a broken heart and a broken body.
Tag: @[Öde]
Wasn't sure if I was allowed to push him around SO please tell me if I wrote anything that I need to change!!!
Rostislav
more than a drunken fool
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