Post by Kailolu on Apr 15, 2010 20:03:31 GMT -6
I'm sure a lot of you know Adarth. Well, everyone does now. Well, I'm sure all of you have thought at least once, what happened to him? Why is he so cruel, why does he have fun killing horses? Why is he a monster?
This should explain all your questions.
Year one.
“Straighten up; don’t ever hunker down like that!” Bracken snarled, lifting his right leg and colliding his hoof with Adarth’s head.
“Yes sir, yes sir,” the small foal whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut tight, trying his hardest to ignore the pain. Adarth felt blood leaking from his poll, but he opened his eyes and stood upright. He was shaking slightly, terrified, only of what his father would do to him next. He kept his auds pinned the whole time the large Friesian circled him.
“Keep your legs together, boy,” The brute growled, jerking his head down and ripping a small piece of flesh from Adarth’s front legs.Giving a short squeal, he quickly brought his legs together, raising his head and closing his eyes again to keep from crying.
The pain was overwhelming, and his face was soaked in blood. With the wound, he felt slightly dizzy.
“Now, what do you do if a mare tries to reject?” Bracken demanded, standing in front of his son.
When Adarth started to stammer, he lurched forward, grabbing Adarth’s crest in his teeth and swinging around, throwing the colt through the air as if he weighed nothing.
Adarth slammed against a boulder, letting out a squeal of pain. Though when he saw his father coming closer, he stood up, blood dripping from his mouth and nose. He stood, wobbly at first though he hastily brought his front legs together and raised his head.
The colt was breathing heavily, knowing that his father had just broken a few ribs. He coughed a mouthful of blood from his throat, though he didn’t lose his position. Upright, front pillars together, and head up.
Bracken stood in front of his son, auds pinned tightly against his head. “What do you do if a mare tries to reject?” He ordered once again, taking a threatening step forward.
“Never take no for an answer and beat them until they beg for mercy,” Adarth said, though his voice broke on the last word. He squeezed his orbs shut, ready to take the punishment for stammering.
Bracken huffed out a loud breath, circling his son again, though he did nothing. “Go to your dam, boy.” Bracken hissed, turning as if to walk away. He stopped and looked back, ears perked forward.
Adarth let out a sigh of relief and he lost his position, turning to go find his mother.
“WRONG!”
Bracken’s hind legs both wrenched from the ground and he kicked Adarth, sending the colt through the air again. He collapsed onto the ground, squealing and crying, he couldn’t get up,
Bracken walked over, head low. “Don’t ever try to leave during a lesson,” He roared, biting and ripping mercilessly at Adarth’s exposed body. His son needed to be punished for his slip up.
Year two.
“NOW!” Bracken bellowed into Adarth ear.
“Father, no, I can’t!” He cried, standing back away from his mother. “MAMA!” He screamed when the two Friesians holding her still started to attack her screams filled the air, and Adarth couldn’t take it. “ALRIGHT, I’LL DO IT!” Bracken snorted at the two to stop, and they did on command.
“Now,” The stag commanded, biting the mare when she tried to get away.
Tears streaming down his black face, Adarth came up behind his mother and mounted her. He cried the whole time he bred her, and he had to stay on for more than ten minutes. When Bracken snapped at him to get off, Adarth slid off, his body shaking. He had just bred his own mother, and he was forced to get her pregnant.
Throughout the whole day Bracken commanded him several times to breed his mother and Adarth had no choice but to do it. At the end of the day, Bracken was dragging Adarth by his neck, his teeth clamped right under the colt’s jaw. He threw him on the ground and dropped the front half of his body on the colt.
“I better not ever hear to try and disobey my orders,” The stallion snapped, his muzzle dangerously close to Adarth’s head. “And quit your bawling! There is nothing to cry about!”
Though at the order, Adarth only cried harder. He cried until that is, Bracken started to bite him. He pushed at his father, screaming at him to stop. When Bracken stood, Adarth did as well. He was breathing quickly, and he heard a squeal. Looking to his right, his eyes widened when he saw the same two stallions dragging his mother toward Adarth.
“Father, not again, please not again,” He sobbed, clenching his teeth when his mother finally reached him.
“How could you.”
Adarth quickly turned his head to see his mother looking him in the eye. “Mother, I couldn’t stop, it isn’t my fault!”
“My own son, betrayed me, my love.” She whispered, her eyes dull. She looked away, her auds pinning.
“Mother, mother please!” Adarth whinnied, trying to reach out to nuzzle her, but Bracken pushed himself in between.
“Now,” Bracken commanded, shoving his son toward his mother’s rump again.
“Mother, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Adarth sobbed, trying to push against his father to refrain from breeding her again.
His mother looked at him once, only to whisper.
“You’re not my son anymore.”
Year three.
“Now,” Bracken hissed, circling Adarth and the small mare.
Without hesitation, Adarth trotted behind his little sister and reared up, snaking his legs around her barrel. He ignored her screams and meaninglessly bred her, his face reading no emotion. When his father commanded him to dismount, he ignored and kept going.
“Adarth, get off her,” Bracken snapped, pinning his auds.
Adarth continued to ignore and he bred his sister rougher then before.
Bracken smirked and turned around, walking away.
“Adarth, Adarth stop you’re hurting me!” She screamed, her legs shaking from her brother’s weight. She let out a scream when he shoved harder into her small body. She was only a year old, still living with her mother and the other mares and foals.
“Shut up,” Adarth snapped, sinking his teeth into his sister’s crest. He continued to breed her, biting her and beating her every time she tried to reject him.
It was an hour later when Bracken returned, and he perked his auds to see Adarth still going at it. He looked at his daughter, tears streaming down her face as she continued to scream in pain. “That’s enough son, she’s been taught her lesson.”
Adarth finally obeyed and slid off, only to turn around and kick his sister’s rump.
She squealed and galloped off, screaming for her mother.
“Good, you’re getting better.” Bracken said with a smirk. He clamped his teeth on Adarth’s crest, twisting his body around until Adarth collapsed onto the ground. He started to drag him backward, not caring one bit over the face he pulled him over tree roots, rocks, and bones. Jerking his body around, Bracken tossed Adarth aside, pounding his hooves into his son’s body.
Adarth took the beating, though he squealed loudly at times. When his father was finished several minutes later, he laid there, bleeding from his head, legs, chest, and barrel. He looked weakly up at his father, who was starting to walk away. “F-father, I don’t understand, what d-did I do wrong. . .?”
Bracken snorted loudly and jerked his head back, glaring at the colt who laid in a pool of blood. He snarled, “You disobeyed a direct order when I told you to dismount.” turning back and slamming his hooves on Adarth’s body once more.
Ribs cracking loudly, Adarth gasped for breath as his father turned and trotted off. Blood poured from his mouth as he continued to gag, trying to get every bit of air back into his body. Bracken had stallions come and guard Adarth, making sure he stayed on the ground. He wasn’t allowed to eat or drink or move. . .
For 8 days.
Year four.
“Get out of my lands, and don’t ever let me see you here again.” Bracken snarled, pounding his hooves on Adarth’s bruised bleeding body.
Adarth didn’t think twice, and he immediately turned and tried his hardest to gallop. He went for days until he came upon a new land. It was filled with mares and stallions though they lived in peace. Adarth was going to make sure he ruined that.
He took a few days to heal, and then on a moonless night. . .
He attacked.
He killed every stallion he could get a hold of, which was well over fifty. The mares, he raped each and every one of them, and then he killed half of them. The foals, the same. Though he didn’t want those worthless things alive, so he slaughtered each one, slowly. Over the next few months he continued to breed the mares, and the foals, and then he killed them. It was almost a year later he was ready to move on, and he wanted to make sure everyone knew his name. He killed a good twenty more mares before letting them all go.
They ran with fear in their hearts and souls.
Adarth continued to do the same thing, though over the next year, he didn’t kill as many, and he let some foals live.
His reign or terror wasn’t finished, oh no. Not even close. He went to land upon land, killed every stallion there, raped the mares and foals, killed them in the end and moved on. He grew stronger, found new ways to breed and to win fights.
He was unstoppable.
That was, until, he ran into his brother yet again, Xavier had found him and told him that Bracken was furious and was out to get him.
“Let him rage on,” Adarth snarled, “I could care less.”Xavier nodded slightly and turned, galloping for the next few days until he reached his father’s lands again.
Adarth was ready to move on after killing his last mare, and he looked around him. Dead bodies covered almost every yard of the valley. Content, he moved on. He thought of his brother as he galloped, searching for another land to destroy. His brother had come to tell him that his father was furious over the fact that Adarth had killed half of his father's mares, right under his radar. He did it without anybody noticing.
Adarth remembered the scars on Xavier’s body, and a few times he glanced back at his own. His black pelt was littered with scars, and he probably had broken more ribs then he could count. But, they healed. He was a good healer, Adarth had to give himself that. By the next time he found the new lands, horses already knew of him, and he liked it. He brought down his acid rain of chaos upon the new lands, and let the living mares go on and spread his name. It was time to find the place to raid next.
Year five.
Horse mountain found.[/color][/size][/font]
This should explain all your questions.
Year one.
“Straighten up; don’t ever hunker down like that!” Bracken snarled, lifting his right leg and colliding his hoof with Adarth’s head.
“Yes sir, yes sir,” the small foal whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut tight, trying his hardest to ignore the pain. Adarth felt blood leaking from his poll, but he opened his eyes and stood upright. He was shaking slightly, terrified, only of what his father would do to him next. He kept his auds pinned the whole time the large Friesian circled him.
“Keep your legs together, boy,” The brute growled, jerking his head down and ripping a small piece of flesh from Adarth’s front legs.Giving a short squeal, he quickly brought his legs together, raising his head and closing his eyes again to keep from crying.
The pain was overwhelming, and his face was soaked in blood. With the wound, he felt slightly dizzy.
“Now, what do you do if a mare tries to reject?” Bracken demanded, standing in front of his son.
When Adarth started to stammer, he lurched forward, grabbing Adarth’s crest in his teeth and swinging around, throwing the colt through the air as if he weighed nothing.
Adarth slammed against a boulder, letting out a squeal of pain. Though when he saw his father coming closer, he stood up, blood dripping from his mouth and nose. He stood, wobbly at first though he hastily brought his front legs together and raised his head.
The colt was breathing heavily, knowing that his father had just broken a few ribs. He coughed a mouthful of blood from his throat, though he didn’t lose his position. Upright, front pillars together, and head up.
Bracken stood in front of his son, auds pinned tightly against his head. “What do you do if a mare tries to reject?” He ordered once again, taking a threatening step forward.
“Never take no for an answer and beat them until they beg for mercy,” Adarth said, though his voice broke on the last word. He squeezed his orbs shut, ready to take the punishment for stammering.
Bracken huffed out a loud breath, circling his son again, though he did nothing. “Go to your dam, boy.” Bracken hissed, turning as if to walk away. He stopped and looked back, ears perked forward.
Adarth let out a sigh of relief and he lost his position, turning to go find his mother.
“WRONG!”
Bracken’s hind legs both wrenched from the ground and he kicked Adarth, sending the colt through the air again. He collapsed onto the ground, squealing and crying, he couldn’t get up,
Bracken walked over, head low. “Don’t ever try to leave during a lesson,” He roared, biting and ripping mercilessly at Adarth’s exposed body. His son needed to be punished for his slip up.
Year two.
“NOW!” Bracken bellowed into Adarth ear.
“Father, no, I can’t!” He cried, standing back away from his mother. “MAMA!” He screamed when the two Friesians holding her still started to attack her screams filled the air, and Adarth couldn’t take it. “ALRIGHT, I’LL DO IT!” Bracken snorted at the two to stop, and they did on command.
“Now,” The stag commanded, biting the mare when she tried to get away.
Tears streaming down his black face, Adarth came up behind his mother and mounted her. He cried the whole time he bred her, and he had to stay on for more than ten minutes. When Bracken snapped at him to get off, Adarth slid off, his body shaking. He had just bred his own mother, and he was forced to get her pregnant.
Throughout the whole day Bracken commanded him several times to breed his mother and Adarth had no choice but to do it. At the end of the day, Bracken was dragging Adarth by his neck, his teeth clamped right under the colt’s jaw. He threw him on the ground and dropped the front half of his body on the colt.
“I better not ever hear to try and disobey my orders,” The stallion snapped, his muzzle dangerously close to Adarth’s head. “And quit your bawling! There is nothing to cry about!”
Though at the order, Adarth only cried harder. He cried until that is, Bracken started to bite him. He pushed at his father, screaming at him to stop. When Bracken stood, Adarth did as well. He was breathing quickly, and he heard a squeal. Looking to his right, his eyes widened when he saw the same two stallions dragging his mother toward Adarth.
“Father, not again, please not again,” He sobbed, clenching his teeth when his mother finally reached him.
“How could you.”
Adarth quickly turned his head to see his mother looking him in the eye. “Mother, I couldn’t stop, it isn’t my fault!”
“My own son, betrayed me, my love.” She whispered, her eyes dull. She looked away, her auds pinning.
“Mother, mother please!” Adarth whinnied, trying to reach out to nuzzle her, but Bracken pushed himself in between.
“Now,” Bracken commanded, shoving his son toward his mother’s rump again.
“Mother, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Adarth sobbed, trying to push against his father to refrain from breeding her again.
His mother looked at him once, only to whisper.
“You’re not my son anymore.”
Year three.
“Now,” Bracken hissed, circling Adarth and the small mare.
Without hesitation, Adarth trotted behind his little sister and reared up, snaking his legs around her barrel. He ignored her screams and meaninglessly bred her, his face reading no emotion. When his father commanded him to dismount, he ignored and kept going.
“Adarth, get off her,” Bracken snapped, pinning his auds.
Adarth continued to ignore and he bred his sister rougher then before.
Bracken smirked and turned around, walking away.
“Adarth, Adarth stop you’re hurting me!” She screamed, her legs shaking from her brother’s weight. She let out a scream when he shoved harder into her small body. She was only a year old, still living with her mother and the other mares and foals.
“Shut up,” Adarth snapped, sinking his teeth into his sister’s crest. He continued to breed her, biting her and beating her every time she tried to reject him.
It was an hour later when Bracken returned, and he perked his auds to see Adarth still going at it. He looked at his daughter, tears streaming down her face as she continued to scream in pain. “That’s enough son, she’s been taught her lesson.”
Adarth finally obeyed and slid off, only to turn around and kick his sister’s rump.
She squealed and galloped off, screaming for her mother.
“Good, you’re getting better.” Bracken said with a smirk. He clamped his teeth on Adarth’s crest, twisting his body around until Adarth collapsed onto the ground. He started to drag him backward, not caring one bit over the face he pulled him over tree roots, rocks, and bones. Jerking his body around, Bracken tossed Adarth aside, pounding his hooves into his son’s body.
Adarth took the beating, though he squealed loudly at times. When his father was finished several minutes later, he laid there, bleeding from his head, legs, chest, and barrel. He looked weakly up at his father, who was starting to walk away. “F-father, I don’t understand, what d-did I do wrong. . .?”
Bracken snorted loudly and jerked his head back, glaring at the colt who laid in a pool of blood. He snarled, “You disobeyed a direct order when I told you to dismount.” turning back and slamming his hooves on Adarth’s body once more.
Ribs cracking loudly, Adarth gasped for breath as his father turned and trotted off. Blood poured from his mouth as he continued to gag, trying to get every bit of air back into his body. Bracken had stallions come and guard Adarth, making sure he stayed on the ground. He wasn’t allowed to eat or drink or move. . .
For 8 days.
Year four.
“Get out of my lands, and don’t ever let me see you here again.” Bracken snarled, pounding his hooves on Adarth’s bruised bleeding body.
Adarth didn’t think twice, and he immediately turned and tried his hardest to gallop. He went for days until he came upon a new land. It was filled with mares and stallions though they lived in peace. Adarth was going to make sure he ruined that.
He took a few days to heal, and then on a moonless night. . .
He attacked.
He killed every stallion he could get a hold of, which was well over fifty. The mares, he raped each and every one of them, and then he killed half of them. The foals, the same. Though he didn’t want those worthless things alive, so he slaughtered each one, slowly. Over the next few months he continued to breed the mares, and the foals, and then he killed them. It was almost a year later he was ready to move on, and he wanted to make sure everyone knew his name. He killed a good twenty more mares before letting them all go.
They ran with fear in their hearts and souls.
Adarth continued to do the same thing, though over the next year, he didn’t kill as many, and he let some foals live.
His reign or terror wasn’t finished, oh no. Not even close. He went to land upon land, killed every stallion there, raped the mares and foals, killed them in the end and moved on. He grew stronger, found new ways to breed and to win fights.
He was unstoppable.
That was, until, he ran into his brother yet again, Xavier had found him and told him that Bracken was furious and was out to get him.
“Let him rage on,” Adarth snarled, “I could care less.”Xavier nodded slightly and turned, galloping for the next few days until he reached his father’s lands again.
Adarth was ready to move on after killing his last mare, and he looked around him. Dead bodies covered almost every yard of the valley. Content, he moved on. He thought of his brother as he galloped, searching for another land to destroy. His brother had come to tell him that his father was furious over the fact that Adarth had killed half of his father's mares, right under his radar. He did it without anybody noticing.
Adarth remembered the scars on Xavier’s body, and a few times he glanced back at his own. His black pelt was littered with scars, and he probably had broken more ribs then he could count. But, they healed. He was a good healer, Adarth had to give himself that. By the next time he found the new lands, horses already knew of him, and he liked it. He brought down his acid rain of chaos upon the new lands, and let the living mares go on and spread his name. It was time to find the place to raid next.
Year five.
Horse mountain found.[/color][/size][/font]