You Haven't Met The Devil Himself Until You've Met Me(Be Warned: A Forcer Comes To Continue His Legend)

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Few heads turned to look at me as I wandered into the meadow, and that was just the way I wanted it. My stride was loose and free, and I carried my head at chest level, arching my neck slightly. A few mares caught my attention, but weren't quite what I was looking for. I wanted a draft mare; The others would just throw weak offspring, and I wasn't looking for that. Sure, I wanted to spread my genes, but why spread bad ones? Building an army would just be so much better, and they would have to be strong, heavier-built, tall. Most of these mares were small and petite. Snorting softly, I lowered my head to the grass, not really hungry. I never was. I didn't need food. Not this kind of food anyway. Ha, if only these weaklanders knew what I truly was...

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Wislen
I shrugged and carried my heavy draft hooves to the others. I still stood out of the crowd, not wanting to become 'just another chatty mare.' I stomped my hoof, sending small vibrations throughout the large meadow. "Damn flies..." I whispered to myself as I frowned and pinned my ears lightly.

Snorting softly at the flies, I pinned my ears slightly as I nipped at my shoulder, careful not to draw blood on myself. Flicking my tail irritably, I bobbed my head slightly. None of the others seemed to really mind my presence even though I was a draft breed; As a matter of fact, I could actually see traces of draft in many of the horses, though mostly the stallions. Their feathering wasn't quite so distinct, and they weren't so stocky, but nonetheless. Flicking my tail irritably, I continued scanning through the horses. I wanted a draft mare, whose lines were more noticeable, but I could settle for less... There. Looking at the bay mare, I could barely keep a smile off my face. Time for some fun. Sending out a soft whicker to her, I pretended to have a bit interest, though in truth it was more than a bit.

Snorting softly when she didn't answer me, I could feel irritation building up inside of me but pushed it aside. Stupid mares... I thought to myself but didn't let anything show behind my mask but a hint of hurt. This was going to be a bit more interesting. Lowering my head to the ground, I opened and closed my mouth rhythmically. Bite, chew, swallow, repeat. I barely kept my lips from curling at the awful taste, I had lost the taste for grass years ago, and forced myself to keep eating, keeping an ear tilted towards her, seeing her out of the corner of my eye. Occaisionally I moved a step away from my previous spot for better grazing, seeming to be unconciously moving towards her though not in a direct line.

Tossing my head as a bee buzzed near my nose, I lifted my head, expression bored, looking around for anything that could save me from having to eat more of the horrid plants. There, perfect. Tossing my head slightly, I tossed over to the draft mare. "Hi," I said, my voice sounding boyish and young, inexperienced in a way.

I flinched slightly, completely in-character now and taken by surprise. I shook my head slightly, rebutting her question with one of my own. "Not many drafts here, huh?" I asked, glancing back at the other horses around us, skipping a few selective couples who were beginning to get more intimate with each other.

I shrugged slightly, watching her paw at the grass for a moment and flicking my tail. "You don't normally seem like the kind of horse to hang out in places like this, if it's not too, well, yeah, for me to say," I said, my voice becoming slightly uneasy and hesitant and I shied slightly as if expecting to get nipped at.