mortuus nox

The Devil
Wants to make a Deal

He felt this horns scrape across the stallions side, and he knew he had to have done some type of damage. He heard the splashes of the stallion entering the water as he knew his hooves did not hit their mark on the paints skull. As he came to a halt for a moment he watched over Ashamin’s body. He waded in the water as the fresh cut blead into the surrounding water. Memories flooded his mind of his childhood. How he was taunted by his older brother, and how his father hated him. He let the anger take over his soul, that’s why he last attack was with such force. Ashamin hit that button in his psychotic mind. He played the taunting card like his brother use to. Mortuus hated that with a burning passion. Then he felt his heart drop.

His cold eyes froze on the stallion as his heart fluttered trying to fight something. It Left him feeling weakened and like a child in pain again. Then the darkened mist flooded around him, and the clouded judgement set in. A snort flew from his maw as he looked to see the small deer that as crept behind him. The clouded mist flooded around the demonic stallion like a shadow from hell drawing upon him. He knew at that point of time Ashamin had something Mortuus did not. He had Magic, the onyx stallion had never felt his heart flutter and slow like it did. Mix emotions ran through his head in a split second. How dare him to mess with his heart It was one thing to shock the black stag, but to get into his body into his heart is something different. He let a powerful one leg kick out towards the small deer. If Ashamin wanted to play dirty then let him. The gray eyes of the black stag had seen and dealt with more than Ashamin could throw at him. In his moment of anger and rage he heard the stallion call him out again. His ears pinned with a weakened heart and his teeth bared in anger. The taunting of his father came back into his mind, and his clouded eyes saw the figure of the paint stallion to be someone else. He saw his father in front of him, he saw his father judging him. He felt his father’s hate for him.

The heavy stallion dug his hooves into the softened ground leaping into the water. He could feel his hooves sink into the water bed, but the adrenaline pumped thorough his veins. The cold water was nothing to him right now. His intention was to get to the paint stallion. His weakened heart proved to be a struggle as it wanted to beat faster, but it couldn’t. His nostrils flared taking in a much air as he could to try and help his situation. As he tried to grow closer to the stallion he reared up out of the water. His back legs sunk into the silt under him from the weight of his muscled body. The water dripped from the wet black pelt as he aimed to either land or scrape the paint’s back with his cracked hooves. As his heavy weight crashed back down hopefully towards Ashamin, his velvet maw opened to bite down on either his neck or withers reaching out if maybe the stag tried to move away. This was a tactic that was used on him by his father. The combination of the attack could cause a great deal of harm if executed perfectly. Even if the attack did not hit its full mark there could damaging effect from his hooves, weight, or maw.

As his front legs finally hit the cold water again he could feel how much his muscled body had sunk in the rear. He quickly pulled his back legs out as he noted he might be at a slight disadvantage in the water. He was not going to give in, not again. Mortuus would not let himself be walked over by Anyone any more. No one had ever spoken to him like that since his father. He won’t take anyone’s shit any more. The beast had been awoken, and he was out for revenge. The muscled stag tried to start feeling for sturdier ground in the black haze, so his agile body could move quicker without sinking so much. He knew in order to get the upper hand he had to get out of the water again, it was making him short of breath quicker, and it was starting to wear out his muscles. Ashamin could rule over his heavy black body with a light Arabian like frame in this footing.



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