There They Stood. [anti-death]

[OPEN] There They Stood. [anti-death]

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04-06-2013, 06:14 PM

911 It's A Critical Emergency.

One stood alive and shocked. The other bathed in blood on the soft thistle. What led up to this was not at all pleasant, but quite brutal and filled with gore. When horses had said there was no border between earth, horse, and sky, they spoke the truth, and when they said horses belonged on the grass, it was also true. It is only now Zdravilo could comprehend what they had met. Only now was she able to see what horror had happened a few moments earlier. Only now did she understand. She understood what drew so many to kill and lust for blood to be shed. Whether this made her cold or not would be dealt out later.

* * *

It had started nice. Zdravilo had been prancing around like a gazelle. The mild heat made her nostrils flare with vigor. She was wild and held a rhythmical sway. An eagle flew over and when that happened, she couldn't help, but feel happiness. It egged her to race it. She ran with the eagle bounded over land. The wind whispering in her ears. A sound so strong, it called her name. This was where she belonged. Under the starry skies where eagles had flown, this place was paradise. The waves on the water and the song of the trees. Wherever she wandered, the one thing she learnt, she would always return. To the Basin. Descaro had led her there with faith.

Her excitement and curiosity was cut short by a primal snort not a ways away. She turned her head to see... herself. Immediately sirens flared in her cranium. Her rude personality and elephant stomps indicated a rude horse with cryptic ways. "Hi there. May I help you? Might I add, we look identical. Where are you from?" Zdravilo was sweet and kind. Without a doubt, she was the one that needed to stay. She was even becoming slightly racist, but her opposite grew with equality. She devil gave no reply and just flat out attacked Zdravilo. Damn her. The normal had not wanted a fight, but her anti had just attacked. The anti's horns ready to meet the resistance of Zdravilo's soft and well kept pelt. The devil landed, turned on her haunches and tried kicking Zdravilo in the face. The sane Zdravilo reared and took the kick to her chest. "Why are you kicking me demon?" Her voice broke out in a usual feminine manner.

With no answer, the anti turned around after her kick had landed. A smile growing on her lips. In an instant, the real Zdravilo spread her lips and cooed her words. "We shall call you Marta. Sounds good?" Marta gave Zdravilo no answer. Marta reared high, and after a moment or two, so did Zdravilo. They threw their hooves at each other. Screams fled both of their mouths, but horror struck Zdravilo's eyes when she realized she was losing.

* * *

The game turned as Marta made an easily predicted move. Zdravilo moved with an ease. She lifted her legs higher and battered Marta's face. Marta was shocked and unable to comprehend this. The hit to her face had been hard and she stumbled a few steps to the right. Zdravilo lunged at her. Her mouth open as it ripped into her skin. Rearing while still having the grip was hard, but she did it. Marta's skin ripped off as her hooves battered the underside of her barrel. "Who are you?" Zdravilo's voice was cold, but curious. With no reply, she pinned her ears back. Lunging again, she slammed her body into the mare's. Marta fell onto her right side. The wind was knocked out of her as she gasped for breath. Zdravilo's thoughts circled and she concluded.

It was time for Marta to die. Zdravilo reared and let her front legs land hard on the mare's side. Blood splattered out of her mouth as the thistle was dyed crimson. "It was for the better." She was sad she had to kill this mare. It needed to be done by someone.

* * *

"Thinking. Speaking. Acting."

- OOC :: Make 'er unicorn racist! xD

Table Header credits go to baylee.

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