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11-03-2012, 03:03 PM
This. Was. Not. Acceptable.
The black Shire stormed into what was his new "home" or rather, his new prison. He hated herds. He detested herds. And right now he was rather irked at his own stupidity. The insipid creature that had captured him had come out of nowhere, he had not been expecting it not in the slightest. After all, what worry had the large stallion of being kidnapped and taken prisoner. It had been his age that had betrayed him in the end.
Head held high, the black stag tossed his great head, muzzle now tinged grey with age and eyed the creature that was his "guard" of some sort. His anger enveloped him, if he had a horn he would have run someone through with it. If he had wings he would have beaten the puny creatures with them. He had neither, so he could only lash out with hooves as hard as flint. But he was outnumbered here. And weary.
"What do you want?" he asked his captors, "I do not see why I could not have been left in peace."
The black Shire stormed into what was his new "home" or rather, his new prison. He hated herds. He detested herds. And right now he was rather irked at his own stupidity. The insipid creature that had captured him had come out of nowhere, he had not been expecting it not in the slightest. After all, what worry had the large stallion of being kidnapped and taken prisoner. It had been his age that had betrayed him in the end.
Head held high, the black stag tossed his great head, muzzle now tinged grey with age and eyed the creature that was his "guard" of some sort. His anger enveloped him, if he had a horn he would have run someone through with it. If he had wings he would have beaten the puny creatures with them. He had neither, so he could only lash out with hooves as hard as flint. But he was outnumbered here. And weary.
"What do you want?" he asked his captors, "I do not see why I could not have been left in peace."
