Days of the Dark, Enter at Risk(MATURE, EXPERIENCED Post)

{It's fine, but the last paragraph takes place a few days after he killed the moose...}

[yea... I know, I could add a new paragraph and fix that if you want]

{I'd appreciate it, that way I don't really confuse myself as I attempt a reply to it lol}



PS: I'm baaaaacckkk...
(Haha)

[ok lolz]

[there ; ] ]

{Thank you, less confusing for me and I appreciate it }
{Oh, and if you didn't notice it in my first post, the olive color is in third person view, the green is in his}

Lifting his head from the water, the dark stallion flared his nostrils in a final attempt to catch a new scent in the wind. The air was still; And strive as he might, nothing new would come until the next breeze. Snorting irritably, he turned his back from the clear water, staring at the hills from where he came from. Cliffs and mountains surrounded the valley in nearly a full circle. The only wild things that grew anywhere besides alongside the still river were a few trees and brush, their branches bare and blackened, not even truly alive. Pricking his ears forward, the stallion tried to detect any kind of movement in the brush, but if there was any, it was past, over the hills, where he had come from, where he had killed the moose. Squealing softly, he lifted a hind leg and struck out, twisting and pacing in a quick circle, stirring the dust and ash on the ground for a brief moment before it resettled. After another circle he stopped, relaxing his muscles, returning calm again, at least on his outer shell. Inside he was teeming, the lust building up inside of him as he searched for anything that was alive in this barren wasteland of a valley.


Nothing. The word whispered through my mind like the irritating recording of a partial song, replaying the most annoying part over and over again. Nothing is out here, I'll have to find somewhere else. My eyes suddenly brightened as I turned my head to look behind me, towards the other end of the valley. The cliffs and mountains were steeper on that side, which was why I felt it was so unbelievable that the Freelanders had crossed out of here through there so many years ago. Rocks were strewn across the ground and boulders blocked the paths. But that, that was a way into the other lands, where the other horses, the "lighter soul" horses lived. Perhaps... The thought broke off in my mind, but it was still there, even if it remained unspoken. This valley would be a great area for me to play, if only there were other horses here. And if I could somehow lure them here... This could be my valley. It already seemed to be, no one else took refuge here, no one else would dare to. The other "dark souls" had abandoned this place as well, not out of fear, but out of boredom, and I could understand why. But not for long, I reminded myself, stepping through the deep, long stream. Three steps in was a drop off and I was swimming, then after twenty feet or so I was pulling myself onto the opposite bank.


The dark stallion stopped about a hundred yards or so from the stream, turning back to look, not directly at it, but past it, to the hills. Flaring his nostrils, he lifted his head high. Was that..? There, again. The wind blew back his tangled mane, and he inhaled deeply the strong scent. His heart missed a beat before starting up again, and he felt a drop in his chest. The wind had just shifted so he was downwind of the mare... His scent had been blowing towards her. There was no way she would believe she was alone in this valley now. Would she be fearful? Would she flee from the valley? Or was she to young to address the dangers of this place? Snorting, he pawed slightly at the ground. Perhaps he would wait... Yes, he would wait, see if she were still coming. With a sudden lift in his chest, he trotted with a bouncy gait back to the river, flagging his tail before laying down in the tall grasses that grew right next to the stream. He was big, but the grasses grew high, and his coat was the perfect camouflage in a place like this. His coat color had come from selective breeding, from years and years of his ancestors trying to create a better breed of horses. They had never succeded, but they had come close, and he was the closest. His twin sister had been, as well, but she had been scrawny at birth, and his father had seen her as a weakling, killing her. He didn't care. The first fight he had gotten in he had won, and he had only been a yearling. His opponent had been rising four. His father had seen him as useful and began his training with the seasoned horses. But one day when a bachelor herd had run across his own and his father was killed, along with many of the horses he had trained with and sparred with, he had seen no use in staying and left without looking back. Now he was eight, nearing the prime of his age, stronger and more skilled in physical and mental abilities than ever before, and his skills were only just mounting.


I snorted loudly, lifting my head slightly to look at the hills. Nothing yet. Hopefully, if the mare were still in the valley, her instincts would lead her here, to the only water and food supply left in the valley. Well, she could knaw on the brush and trees for food, but it would cut open her mouth and tongue and would not satisfy her. Flicking my tail so it lay under my hind legs which her curled beneath me, I turned my head to look at the scrapes down the one side of my body from the moose's antlers. They were scabs now, healing, and wouldn't scar too badly. Other stallions seemed to think that the amount of scars they owned made them better, but why ruin a perfectly good coat? I didn't see the point, besides, tricking the mares was much more fun. I had once spent months in a "light" herd, gaining their trust, never letting them see my lusts. Finally I had been able to whisk away a band of mares to a dense forest where I had killed them, slowly, one by one. Hunting games had always been my favorite. I had the patience for it, after all, and it was rare that a killer who had grown up with killers to have such patience. My father most certainly had never gained it. But I was better than him. What killer gets himself murdered at the prime of his life? Only a fool, and that was what my father, and the other warriors of my first herd, had been. Fools.

{You there, Patriot?}

[ I am SOO sorry, school and such just doesn't like breaks!! Hold on I will rp]

El Sheton~
Lifting my nose to the wind I catch the scent of a mare and stallion on my land. Ears pinning momentarily, I toss my head and pick my pace up to a smooth rocking canter. With each step I took little puffs of dust exploded under my rock sharpened hooves, it also brought me closer to the two horses. My eyes roamed the rolling land of desolate rock and sand. Though I had been here a few times, it had been long since my hooves had left prints here to warn others. The hot blood of my Arabian ancestory boiled and raced through my veins at the mere thought of another stallion on my land. My land! I repeated in my mind irritably. Tossing my head, I Iet out a screaming snort of rage not caring if they heard me or not.

After about a three or four miles I slowed my pace to a fast trot then to a carrying walk. Lowering my nose to inspect the skeleton of a long dead horse as I stop, I raise my head again and eye the sand dunes that rose above and around me. It was no wonder that the darks had killed so many here. Everywhere you looked there was a hiding place. I turn my attention back to the skeleton, its white washed bones screaming in protest against the hot sun. Its untold story glared in my face of how unfairly its blood was spilt on this ugly part of my land. It may have been ugly to most other horses, but to me it reminded me of my home land in Arabia. Flaring my black nose I step forward and continue once again. As I moved along easily in the sand, one could mistake me for a hulicination (sp?) or dream. My black muscled body seemed to dance and float like the heat waves that had a choke hold on the land. Licking my lips I tilt my head into what wind there was trying to smell for the stallion and mare, also for water. After awhile the scent I saught for eventual glides in the wind and to my nose. Flicking my tail I push forward once again, only lifting my gaze to look upon burnt scarred trees once in awhile.

[hey I like your sig twilight : P ]

Semilia~
I lift my head abruptly and snort, yes, another stallion. I chuckle darkly and rear up slightly, tossing my head and letting out a blood-curdling scream that seemed to echo off imaginary walls in this barren land. I grinned, I always loved when two stallions got into a fight...
What am I saying?! I can't possibly like it when anything fights! I shake my head at myself, trying to rid my mind of my father's beliefs. I never was successful, unfortunatly[sp?]...

I sigh and llift one of my petite, arabian hooves into the air and strike the ground with envious hooves, the motion pulling me closer to the two stalions. Hopefully they wold come to be, and I wouldn't have to go to them.

[brain fart, sorry lol]

(lol thanks )

El Sheton~
I continue to trudge through the hot sand with ease. Each hoof I lift carefully and set it done boldly, my confidence big but not overwhelming (sp). Snorting, I toss my head sending my fiery black mane flying in angry tangles when I hear the mare's scream. Plunging on even faster, I scramble up on giant sand dune and down the next. Eyes blazing I watch to see if anything would appear soon. Though I had come for blood, perhaps it wouldn't be a bad idea to get this stallion to join under me. To guard this sandy hell place of mine and raise a new kind of herd here. I already had one stallion under me,so why not another.

Now at a full gallop, I race up and over the sand dunes like a black blurred demon from hell. The wind whipped in my face and hissed passed my ears, angered that it could not make me falter like most that came here. Coming to the top of one particularly high sand dune I slow and eventually stop at the top. Dipping my head into what wind there was when one stood still I sniff, then spot the mare and the stallion at a distance. Rearing up on powerful hind quarters, I snake my head through the air letting out a terrible scream as I slash the air. Sliding back down to earth, I land softly in the now scorching sand and remain still. My black ghostly form gliding in and out of sight because of the heat waves.

I glance up to see a large black stallion atop a tall sand dune, the heat waves blurring his image and making it seem like some kind of horror movie. I chuckle and toss my head, rearing I snort loudly, knowing it would reach him soon as it travelled so fast in the wind. I come down and toss my pure white mane.
My image was ghostly from afar, the heat waves making it waver, the sand like a backboard and making me appear like a taunting note to remember..

My blue eyes scan the area for the second stallion, no success. I nod, who needed him. I might, just might, be able to join a herd, if this black stallion is the King of this desolate land. I hoped, and odly enough, I thought it would be fun to be in a herd with arabians and fight for our land...

El Sheton~
As hear her snort whisper to my ears through the wind, I rear shortly and toss my head as I plunge down the steep sand dune. Most would think it suicidal, but for those that knew this land well enough could do just about anything. As my body balances my weight, my hooves move swiftly through the sand with knowledge that if I messed up just once I could go plunging downward for the rest of the way. Nearing the bottom of the sand dune I slam my weight into my back legs and slide downward on them, lifting my front hooves still so as not to flip forward. Once at the bottom I trot forward a few feet than shake off some of the hot sand that rested on my pitch, coal black coat.

Raising my head up I scan the area I was in and figured I was maybe about a mile away from the mare and five from the stallion. Arching my neck I prance a few steps then kick out a wicked back hoof as I break into a slower gallop with my head still held high. The closer I got to the mare the stronger her scent became. Eyes blazing with both confidence and a tad of lust for more mares for my herd, I slow to a prancing trot when I round a sand dune and there she stood. Coming to a stop I toss my head up and rear with a squeal. Coming back down I refocus my eyes on her. Head arched and tail flagged I watch her.

Her whole composer should that of beauty..a deadly one to most stallions I guessed. Snorting I move my head sideways for a different angle. The wind picked up, but it was of no comfort. Its hideous hot fingers whipped through our manes and tales with a rage that could not be described. Its horrid warmth creeped over our skin like nails on a chalk board until it finally had to rise again and continue on and let another wave of wind take its turn. The sand stirred and lifted up in little dust devils that danced around our hooves. Its little particles cut into the skin but neither of us flinched. Long dead weeds lifted into the wind and blew inbetween the space that seperated us.

I watch as the blurred, ghostly black image creeps nearer like a shadow off a horror movie. His body slinking gracefully like that of a side winder snake down the deadly sand dunes. After a short while, he reached me. His large black body could only be described as the perfet epitome of some kind of Zorro. He was like a hero. Though this "Madame in Distress" didn't need saving....

I could tell my beauty surprised him, most mares here were scruff, worn, and manly looking. Sure I looked fragile, but that was my deceiving impression. I smirk wickedly, then quickly remove the slip of emotion, I didn't know him, or how he was.. I snort softly and raise a hoof, striking the ground harshly and sending plumes of sand in his way. The tiny, needle-like particles bombarding him like minute bees honing [sp?] on their target. I toss my mane out of my face as the wind picked up. Its coarse hair was stinging my neck and face with numbing pain.

I wondered what he planned to do about me, or more importantly, with us...

El Sheton~
Dipping my head into the wind I let the little needle like sand hit my face and chest without flinching, though it somewhat burned. Arching my neck I prick my ears for a short flicker of a second and snort. Then I lift my deadly black hooves and walk closer to her. Once I was seven feet closer to her I stop, my dark eyes watching her. Wondering what she would do I stayed where I was and watched her both with curiousity and warily.

Though as curious as I was, I was no fool to simply walk straight up to her. Thus why I had still left some space between us. As I looked over her it was obvious her posture, and composer (sp), were evenly disputed and not one would let up what her emotions were, eliminating that slip of a smirk anyway. Seeing what she would do I rear up instantly slaming my ears flat against my head and squeal, my front legs tucked neatly against my black stomuch.

I watch as he was definately a horse of the desert. He took the sand without flinching, and cautiously approached me. I make no move to attack him. His dark eyes intimidate me as I stand tall and proud. My elegant white body standing out broadly from our surroundings, but I obviously didn't care. I snort and wait for his first move.

I watch him closely as he decides on what to do. Surprisingly he rears, strong and tall, but most importantly, intimidatingly. I step back but do not make anymove to flee, nor did I make a move to return the threat. I was not looking for a fight, but just for seeing another horse at the least. I snort harshly. "Is that how your mother taut you to greet another horse?" I asked, my rich accent ringing like a bell as I speak to him. My words were the most deceiving of all. It was obvious I was of royalty when I spoke, which made me appear weaker yet. I didn't care what he thought, only what he knew. I was no weakling, and I was going to proove that.

El Sheton~
As I come back down to the sandy ground silently, like a knife in the night, I grunt. Shaking my head I answer. "She taught me who to see as weak an who as bold, by simply doing that. Either way, its obvious you don't spook easily but your not fooled either by one's actions" I say, my voice a deep an almost commanding attention by nature.

As I continue to watch her I noticed how gleamingly white she was compared to this desolate place. I snort and look past her where I knew the other stallion was. Licking my lips I toss my head and refocus my attention on her. If one wasn't careful and paid attention, many a fool had probably came to their end by her.

(Sorry its so short. I'm at the hospital with my sister, my niece finally decided to come lol)

I snort at his words, realizing how true they were. I do not respond. I simply watch him as he looms over me like a threatening shadow..
I watch him, now taking the time to observe his phyical features. He was tall and handsome, and carried himself the way a leader would. He stood his tallest as most leaders do, and his muscles teased with a uniqueness most couldn't compare to.

[sorry for my shortness! I have the biggest flipping headache and I just had the biggest brainfart, sorry ]

(guess there's no need for me here anymore? I'll just re-do my post somewhere else, I guess)

[no you are still here, the main reason Twilight came was because your stallion not me, plz stay,...?]

I don't exactly see a way for me to jump back into this, though.... Its my fault I haven't been on for a long time because I'm taking three AP classes this year at my school and I've been studying for all these major tests, and I am completely lost as to where this post went...

[well you could say you come in after hearing or smelling the new stally or something]