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Posted on April 8, 2013 at 04:40:08 AM by Warsaw
| They say a father's sins passes onto his child and so forth until finally the fourth generation rolls away and the sins get washed away. He may not be his sire, but he defiantly carried his sins well. He was young and still fresh to this world, but the shadows had been quick to nab him from his dam's side. You could say his dam's light never reached him or that the things that rocked her in her sleep was what covered him. He was her fear, he was the child she never asked for. Now he would make sure to spread that word to the world and not only cause his family chaos, but cause others turmoil. No one would go without knowing his name if he had anything to say about it. The bitter cold comforts his icy soul as he makes his appearance back on the islands. The last time he was here he was but a little boy clung tightly to his cream colored dam and wondering why they were so different. His coat had been a smokey black color back then, but now he was dyed with the color of winter. Like his coat he was a different stallion now.
He hears the voices of others around, but he pays no attention to them. Instead he stays back and out of the way of passing horses. He stays where he can look over the vast stretch of land and see every face that roams here. He was searching for something, but what that was he didn't know. I guess something that just perks his interest or something he could pray on. There was plenty of females, but most now had males courting them or chatting their way up in the social ladder. He cared little for that now and only wanted some action, some straight forward action. Chatter could get boring fast for someone with such an imagination. He saw nothing he wanted to take or play with even as the sun seemed to be rising higher. That was when he saw the ebony beauty with silver hair step out of the darkness. "Very, very delicious." The words slid out of his mouth as a tongue wiped his cracked lips. He watched her from a far as she glides over the grass and through the crowds. She was obviously not someone gone unnoticed so he knew if he wanted to get a piece he would have to move fast, but the question was just what was it he wanted? He didn't want to drag her to some imaginary home that he didn't own, but he wouldn't mind having her body for a night. Who knows she may even be intellectual enough to have a conversation with though it was likely she would be able to look past his attitude today. As the mare stops to graze and seems more at peace, he makes his move. He gains distance on her, but makes gesture to let her know he was on his way. There was only the thudding of his large hooves and the tossing of his thick wavy mane as he strides towards her. He draws near, not giving a rats about personal space, and speaks in a creepy voice that some stalker might use on his victim. "My aren't you just scrumptious." Warsaw
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