farenjer

The night was forever and filled with a blanket of stars. The moon that loafed high into the sky, shined brightly, rinsing silver on the glimmering coats of many, many horned stallions and mares. All their eyes shone brightly with the hint of hunger and battle ready flowing through the cold beads. The calls of impatient snorts, and bellows of defiance rumbled through all their throats. Among the dangerous yet beautiful pelts of unicorns shined the dark bay. His ebony hooves trampled and sunk into mossy ground, his thoughts were wild, and eyes blazed with anxiety. This was his first invasion. The first time he joined forces with his herd and deceived The Edge. It felt mischievous and forbidden to do something so violent... Yet the roots of his heritage screamed for it so much, draining through his blood and soul.

Burning orbs peered into the shadows ahead, sight set onto the unmoving targets of his enemies. Some would of been sleeping silently, so peacefully, as if their was nothing wrong and all was safe and sound. But alas, in truth, magic and hell was about to grab them, and the last thing they were to see before being dethroned was the magnificent horn that rested on his brethren's skulls. At least, that was what had rung through his head and his fellow allies as they advanced their way through the wooded lands. The marching that happened before all of this, the speech of Deimos ran shivers down his spine. His orbs seemed to blaze with hunger for devastation, it was somewhat sickening to look at a unicorn who loved the chaos.

A pregnant and anxious silence built up around them as they marched into the woodland. The dark stag began building up weight on his shoulders, ready to lash out into a charge. Icy orbs snapped around at horned brethren. They seemed to be prepared to snap and go into a dead run, ready to show The Edge what they were made of. He snorted with impatience, to burst out, and fly at the enemies. Then a hot and bloody call derived out from the small army. A call that would murder the pregnant silence, and allow all hell to break loose. Unicorns went flying into the wood, sharp hooves breaking the soft earth with anticipation. Farenjer charged after them, letting out a hungry war cry. The dark figures of enemies came charging from the opposite direction, for half a second there was nothing but charging. Then the sounds of body meeting body, scents intertwining, cries of pain reeked the air.

His pace dropped, and he began rapidly trotting towards a moonlit clearing. A shining figure stood in it... like a sitting duck waiting for chaos to happen on them. He halted, his rapid breathing lowered, and he peered at her with icy orbs from the shadowed bramble and bushes. A gripping graze held through the dark locks that fell over his face. She was shorter, but had a thick build like himself. Silver lit up her black and white coat, and her head held no horn. He gritted his teeth for a moment, before coaxing the mossy earth with his hoof in impatience. Leaning forward, he pressed himself on edge, charging at her, his pointed hooves digging marks into the moist soil. The dark stag's chin tucked in, and his forehead lowered to reveal a thin-daggered horn, icy and lit up by the overlooking moon. He went at her, ready to impale the hornless with the dangerously pointed tip.

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