Posted on January 23, 2013 at 00:53:46 AM by b l a c k m o r e ;
"Run... go! Get out of here! BLACKMORE. GO!" Running. It was all he could do - all they could do. There was nothing to stop them, there was no one to capture them. Run. Her voice was unnerving, yet beneath it all, comforting. It was a sweet melody through a panicked tune, a bitter-sweet memory of a mare that had given up everything for her two sons to escape, so that they would not fall prey to their horrid father. It was almost inspiring to see a mare her size (about 15.3) take on the heathen stallion, who towered over her by a good two full hands. Where his stride was heavy, hers was light enough to keep him in check so that the two siblings could take flight across the vast and open territory, flying off towards their freedom. It is a hard freedom to take, knowing that the blood of another was spilt for such a thing to happen. Perhaps the hardest pill to swallow is knowing the blood spilt was family, the very creature that brought them into existance; a loving and devoted mother. This was two weeks ago but the memories are still vivid within the mind of the black stallion who stands upon the top of his new home - the Ridge. A promise had been made and this was the first step in making sure that promise is never broken. "Protect your brother - help him..." They were supposed to escape that night without a hitch, but someone must have overheard it, must have snitched to the dauting stallion that prided himself on taking captives, his own children included. Bloodlust ran deep in those eyes and Blackmore knew that instant his life and Legion's life hung in the balance. If they both ran, Legion would fall too far behind and be lost to the sadist, and if Blackmore stood back to fight, Legion would be alone. That's when she came out of no where, teeth bared and hooves smacking into the larger stallion's side. That's when those words were uttered, screamed across the night sky. Blackmore had frozen there, shocked and confused, he did not want to leave the little bay mare behind to be killed by the large black stallion... but had he not done as told, her death would be in vain. Night become day and day become night, this never seemed to stop for the pair as they ran as far as they could, stopping only when Legion could no longer handle the strain of moving so quickly. They would rest but not without fear of hearing their father charging behind them, every night flinching awake at the slighest sound in the distance that wasn't familiar. Blackmore was forced into a position of a guardian angel, and did his best to reassure his baby brother that all would be okay, and they would find a beautiful place to call home. This reassuring went on for two straight weeks, until Blackmore felt comfortable enough that they would be safe to settle, that his father would have lost their track by now. The black stallion took great care to wade through water and through various herdlands to help make their scent disappear or circulate so that one path wasn't more obvious then another. Yet, things weren't safe enough for the large black until he had a place he could call his own, so that no one was in charge of Legion but him. Their mother had always wanted Legion to grow up as normally as he could, despite the fact Legion was born a very slow learner, almost like some sort of disorder. He was brilliant in some cases, but needy in many others. It's for this reason Blackmore kept Legion hidden away in some brush while he scoped out the Ridge, making sure it was abandoned of a lead stallion before claiming the land as his own, grateful for not having to fight. This was a few hours ago. Now, perhaps, it would be time to bring Legion in. The hiding spot wasn't too far off from the actual boarder and was easy enough for Blackmore to find again as he nudged the branches out of the way, whickering softly towards little Legion, so that the little bay knew it was him. "Legion... I've found a nice home... it needs some exploration done, I think." His voice is upbeat and cheerful, something it has strained to sound like for the past few days. "It's a ridge - quite beautiful, if I do say so myself... it's ours. You have your first official role as a second stallion, little brother." Blackmore couldn't help but chuckle softly as he led the bay out from the covered patch, stepping out a few more steps so that he could view over the ridge, to the land that could now be called their own. It was majestic and nothing like their homeland, it surely was a fresh and new start. "Welcome home..." 
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- We will all laugh at gilded butterflies - By legion January 23, 2013 at 07:40:54 AM
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- and the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting... - By b l a c k m o r e ; January 28, 2013 at 09:50:22 PM
- We will all laugh at gilded butterflies - By legion January 27, 2013 at 04:59:41 AM
- and the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting... - By b l a c k m o r e ; January 25, 2013 at 06:40:44 AM
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