farenjer

The large bay stammered his way through the mossy clearing with such ferocity in his eyes. It hadn't been much he fought, and he wanted to prove to himself that he could put up a good fight. Something inside him although, made his insides twitched with uncertainty. That mindless innocent gleam in her eyes as she quickly rasped “No, you don't understand,” Doesn't understand what? Farenjer picked up his pace, tucking his chin slightly in more, preparing to feel the embrace of broken skin and the sound of a high-pitched yelping.

Icy orbs gleamed at the driven mare as she attempted to yank herself away from her impalement. Unfortunately for her, as she tried to not lose any parts, her hooves slipped, breaking soaked moss off the green floor. It was not a good enough attempt to save her the pain. At her distant angle, the stag rammed her flank. Icy horn skinning her thigh, leaving the red liquid dripping from his horn little by little. The small crimson droplets slowly fell onto his face. The smell was manageable and the droplets of iron felt cold after being swept away from it's body. His lips curved downwards, baring milky teeth in a sneer of disgust.

He twisted his head around to see her rump facing him, and her soot hooves lurching backwards. He repeated what she had done before, attempting to drive himself out of the way of pain. But his movement was too slow, and the ebony hooves bit at his flank with flaring pain. A growl of agitation gurgled in his throat, he continued pacing away with an icy stare. In a swift second he sharply lurked his head around to look at where the crimson welled up at his thigh. It began to slowly drip away at where her hooves had cut away skin. It wasn't too deep, but enough to make him begin bleeding. His head snapped up to her and he sneered again. Flashing another gaze of milky bone at her. His ears melted away against his skull and he lurched at her with a cold stare.

The dark stag tucked his chin in before halting by her head and rearing his body up. His soot hooves raked the sky, his lips folded back to show white daggers, eyes glared with hunger for victory in them, and his ebony and lightning mane flew in the air. His weight made him begin to fall back down to the earth. Farenjer aimed his ebony hooves to dig into her side or crack her shoulder blade, his mouth wrenched open to bite at her thick neck. He didn't enjoy the taste or sight of other's blood. But if it meant fighting for The Basin then that's all he ever intended to do. The bay stag desired to present himself as a strong and loyal unicorn to the racist herd. Maybe then, just maybe, he would earn the respect that he searched for some time.

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