Post by Kailolu on Nov 29, 2010 17:36:51 GMT -6
Black hooves pounded hard against the ground. The constant squish beneath the horse was growing to be irritable. The snow was melting into the grass, and the poor foliage had no option but to soak it up until it was bloated. Thus creating a sound of relief every time a foot was set down, momentarily releasing the burden of carrying such a large amount of liquid. A loud snort rang from the stallion’s nares, and his black ears were forward and alert. He was making his way carefully to the Rebel lands, not entirely aware of what had become of his home.
Xavier tossed his head once before tightening the thick muscles in his neck, and curving his head inward. He was determined to take the Rebel lands for himself, fight or no fight. He didn’t care how big or how small the stallion was, Xavier would fight. He would bring hell upon Horse Mountain, until, that is, his monster of a brother Adarth returned. Then he’d have no choice but to back down. Adarth was larger, stronger, and smarter than Xavier, yet he refused to admit that to anyone but his inner thoughts. As Xavier moved at a steady, graceful trot, he thought of his older brother in wonder. Adarth had changed. In a way unimaginable. He has truly turned into stone, and since the love of his life passed, he has never ushered a kind word to any being alive. Libra was the only mare that was keeping Adarth sanity intact, and the moment she was taken, Adarth had become a monster.
He had killed more horses, spoke harshly to their mother, beaten on their sister, and most importantly, run his own father out of his lands. Adarth now ruled the most chaotic land, and Xavier feared what would happen if his brother ever came to Horse Mountain once more. Putting his thoughts aside, Xavier came back into the lands he once called home. There was another stallion here, he could smell it. But the scent was dull, and there was no site or smell of mares anywhere. Xavier didn’t let his guard down. He raised his well sculpted head and picked up his pace, venturing further into the Rebel lands. He looked high and low, near and far, but he couldn’t find the stallion that had foolishly tried to stake the Rebel lands as his own. The large brute gave a shake of his head and looked around once more before letting out a bellowing whinny. He challenged the stallion here, if he dare came out to fight. If his call wasn’t answered, in reality, he’d win by default.
Truthfully, Xavier had no intention of staying put. He had already gone around most, if not all of the Rebel lands, and well spread his scent around. Surely if the stallion was willing to come fight, he could just follow Xavier’s original musk. After rearing up and bellowing out again, he tore off in the other direction, determined to find a mare for him. A mare that would start his Harem and one that would carry his foals. A broodmare nonetheless, that wouldn’t be shared with anyone. Xavier was going to make sure of that.
Xavier tossed his head once before tightening the thick muscles in his neck, and curving his head inward. He was determined to take the Rebel lands for himself, fight or no fight. He didn’t care how big or how small the stallion was, Xavier would fight. He would bring hell upon Horse Mountain, until, that is, his monster of a brother Adarth returned. Then he’d have no choice but to back down. Adarth was larger, stronger, and smarter than Xavier, yet he refused to admit that to anyone but his inner thoughts. As Xavier moved at a steady, graceful trot, he thought of his older brother in wonder. Adarth had changed. In a way unimaginable. He has truly turned into stone, and since the love of his life passed, he has never ushered a kind word to any being alive. Libra was the only mare that was keeping Adarth sanity intact, and the moment she was taken, Adarth had become a monster.
He had killed more horses, spoke harshly to their mother, beaten on their sister, and most importantly, run his own father out of his lands. Adarth now ruled the most chaotic land, and Xavier feared what would happen if his brother ever came to Horse Mountain once more. Putting his thoughts aside, Xavier came back into the lands he once called home. There was another stallion here, he could smell it. But the scent was dull, and there was no site or smell of mares anywhere. Xavier didn’t let his guard down. He raised his well sculpted head and picked up his pace, venturing further into the Rebel lands. He looked high and low, near and far, but he couldn’t find the stallion that had foolishly tried to stake the Rebel lands as his own. The large brute gave a shake of his head and looked around once more before letting out a bellowing whinny. He challenged the stallion here, if he dare came out to fight. If his call wasn’t answered, in reality, he’d win by default.
Truthfully, Xavier had no intention of staying put. He had already gone around most, if not all of the Rebel lands, and well spread his scent around. Surely if the stallion was willing to come fight, he could just follow Xavier’s original musk. After rearing up and bellowing out again, he tore off in the other direction, determined to find a mare for him. A mare that would start his Harem and one that would carry his foals. A broodmare nonetheless, that wouldn’t be shared with anyone. Xavier was going to make sure of that.
