A New Foal..

[Myribae]

The hellion's fine apex lifted as he loped along the aquilla. Not hesitating nor appreciating the beauty surrounding him, he easily switched leads, speeding his gait. His mischievious occuli darted around, shaped in a glare that was continuously used. He hated the world, and everyone in it. Counting himself.

Slowing to a choppy walk, the youngun inhaled and exhaled deeply. His mind was being overruled by many frightening thoughts. One of which being the sight of his dam defending herself from a d.amned cougar, the other being his brother getting butchered by his careless sire. Friday deserved his acronym. It meant he was unlucky.

Friday continued to relive his treacherous life. After the slaughter of his sibling, Friday had received the chance to swiftly bolt away from everything he had seen. The last haunting image was his mother. Dead. But where had the cougar gone? Friday's brother lay on the ground, demised. His father had galloped away with the rest of his harem. A faint snarl caught the youth's heart. Desperately glancing over his shoulders and in every direction, he coult not behold the handler of the terrible noise. It came again, louder and more warnful. The cougar was skeptically prowling posterior of the colten.

He had started to blindly speed away in pure fright, stumbling every now and then. Until he tumbled hard onto the soddical, helpless. That was when his opts landed on the cougar.

The cougar sneaked closer and closer, letting the hellion painfully count the moments of oxygen. Then, he pounced. The colt quickly dodged the first attack, but not in time for the second. The carnivore leapt upon him, his sharpened ivorns reaching out for his hide. Then, the yound quus discovered his power. Pushing with all of his stamina, he lifted the couga into the atmosphere. It thrashed its talons and bugled out in defense, but the quine heaved him to the ground. Shivering and shaking in complete ness, the cougar squeaked. But this colten exposed no mercy. It had taken the life of his mother. No way was he going to live this one out. With a quick glide of his fore flint, the cougar was unconscious. Then, the youngun placed his dagger upon the cougar's esophagus, blocking it from the oxygen. Then it was lifeless.

The colt left the carcass to rot, galloping off into the timbers. He continued to grow there, yet he was not fully developed. In the darkness of the forestry, this very creation had decided to become Thestrial. It was where he belonged, if anywhere.

[Myribae]

His mind was set off, in its own universe. The hellion skidded to a breath-taking halt, and ologied his fresh scars. Of course they overtook the poor creation with pain, yet he struggled to expose none of the sort. He was Score, after all. He did not want to prove unwilling and weak. And it was true that he was soaked in strength. Yet the only element that was never to size in his being was sympothy. A cold attendence was delivered to a nearby fox, and it skittered away like a frivolous puss. Snorting in defiance, the colten continued to proudly haste through the plains.

After a short few moments, the youngun hesitated to wolf on some stalks. Letting the pieces of emeralds quench his famishness, he realized how parched he had been the past couple of suns. But still, no clue of secretion was given. It took a few hours for the youth to spot a small, mucky puddle in the middle of the timbers. It's better than nothing, he shrugged. Lowering his boa to hostilize the liquid, he noticed a faint grunt in the distance. After swiftly taking in the aquilla, he turned to find an approaching canid. Grouching in displeasure, the colt stayed in his location, eyeing the brute with no caution. He exhaled loudly, a sign of boredom,when the lupin was within yards. Barking with a very noticeable amplitude, the duke closed in on the foal. A sudden burst of fury again royaled his boddice, causing an eruption of anger, squeals, bugles and all. Friday charged the wolf, almost winding it. A smirk appeared on the timber wolf's labrums, and he tackled Friday. A quick roll was the action to throw the carnivorus canine to the ground. The hellion reared up, preparing to land.
ooc: sorry, I had to go. I will continue the post later.-poofs out-

[Myribae]

The young brute looked down in humble pride to the lifeless wolf. With a sneer, he threw his dagger onto the canid's empire, just to show it who was, and still is, boss.

Hours later, the colten lay heavily on the shrubs, dozing off. More taunting dreams illused in his beaten mind; some of him playing with his brother, some of him nuzzling his mother. In each wonderful beginning to each dream, came a dreadful end. It was either the cougar or his sire beating his . A sudden chill swept through the kin's spinal, effecting his drowse. Awaking in a fright, he looked around. Nothing was with him; that was what scared him. Soon he came to realize that this was what life was like for almost every Thestrial, they should have a reason to want to rend any obnoxious enough.

Haunting melodies were released from the colt's aperture, causing the whole area to silence. His tune was somewhat catchy, yet treacherous. It was txrture to listen to, but somehow it had a meaning. One that anyone could understand, from Lights to Darks. Yet the only creations daring enough to compose such a coo had to be Scored. A cheesy smirk was exposed from the foal's labrums as he pondered of this.

The colten inhaled deeply, then exhaled with great heaviness. He began to pace around again, but not prance. Only foolish bxstards who were not a real brujen would do such a thing. Friday's gait was filled with pride, misury, and definate warning. His message was loud and clear.

[glow=blue,2,300]Mess with me, I mess you up.[/glow]

[Sparrow]

Trigger came in by a rather rushed fashion, harks flattened against ann ebon skull. he gave a short whinny and stood infront of the little volt
Do you have a home?
He protested giving a snrot and holding himself still waiting for the colt to speak or not

[Myribae]

The colt upwarded his fine, concaved apex, trying to read the czar's opts.It depends..what is of your alliance? he inquired, faintly interested. He did not want to waste his precious time with this brute. He wished to lope away and avoid this situation. Why explain the happenings of his recent past? The youthen's fore pillar created a trench in the soddical as he clawed at it.

ooc: gotta go, beddy-bye time.

[Sparrow]

Trigger snorted and gave a loud booming voice to the colt
neatral

[Myribae]

Brows furrowed, the colten gazing upward with less anticipation. Passvily, he transferred the reality of his malice.Apologies, sir. Yet I am of Thestrial alliance; I shall not be adopted of such a different. He upwinded his crania in pride. He felt almost as triumphant and humble as the great Flint himself. He effortlessly hastened away from the brujo.

The foal bugled out in impatience, waiting for the intent reply. Yet none came...again. The youthen did not droop his aerials or cradle his empire, for he knew he had to remain in sanity. His sharp occuli darted around the terrain, not hesitating as they again passed Trigger. He continued on as though he had attended none, his mind focused on keeping a wealthy stride.

[Sparrow]

He snorted and bowed tis fine then he galloped off towards his mate and new foal

[Myribae]

An invisible sneer was formed in the colten's mind as the odd brujen paced off. Finally, some peace and quiet, he mumbled. His unreadable voids glanced around, the foal's thoughts trailing off.

ooc:sorry, I have NO muse right now...

[Myribae]

The youthful equid exhaled, and let his lanterns become extremely heavy. He lumbered towards the shade of a timber, where he heaped onto the soddical. He grunted, nosing a patch of emerald stalk. He lipped at it half-heartedly before resting his empire on the ground. He looked up, studying the misted air. He shifted, gazing at the sky. He sighed, thoughts of his dam overcoming his mind. She was beautiful; a sleek bay Arabian countess, swiftly galloping with the wind, not against anything. She continued, as though she were floating recklessly. She closed her opts, lifted her head, and swooped faster. She chimed outward, her enchanting yet haunting melody of love, burning like fire.

Then again, she was covered in eternal scars of emotion and pain. Behind her was the shadow that revealed her mate, Friday's sire. He snatched at her hocks, snickering. He enjoyed t.orturing her. Friday rumbled angrily, his voids blazed. Crimson tinted his attenders, and he stood up, caught inside his dream. He trumpeted desperately, galloping after his father. He attempted to tackle him, but no luck. Friday fell right through his sire's large anatomy. The older brute turned, sneered in Friday's direction, and galloped off after Friday's mother. Within moments, the mare was collapsed on the ground, dead. The merciless bruthen had disappeared, leaving Friday to visit his mother's broken spirit.

He slowly walked forth, tears welling up in his lanterns. He examined his mother's carcass, and he furiously attacked the flies that were buzzing around his mother's corpse. He cried out, falling next to his dear mom. Her eyes remained closed, never to open again.

Friday squirmed in his sleep, suddenly opening his occuli. He depressively stalked around, his mind reeling. He was so caught up in thoughts, that he walked into a tree. He kicked out at the wood, uncaring. He kept walking. He would walk until he could discover his sire and butcher him; he deserved it.