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Posted on February 26, 2014 at 06:30:11 AM by Celestria
a wraith with an angel's body
A demon with a smile of gold
Blood, such a delightful smell. Actually it didn't smell all that great, but that nasty coppery smell always made his blood boil. It made his adrenaline pump and he got excited when he could help someone end their life. Every creature meets its end and he too would one day, but his would be very bloody. He wanted to go down a nasty creature slain by yet another nasty creature, maybe even taking him down as well, but he would not be slain by some hero. This was no video game and he was too good for that crap. So, anyway there was blood nearby and it wasn't his own that had his dark mane damp. Thank to his recent battle he had some battle wounds, but it was nothing that could slow him down some stomping out the life of a feeble little mare. This might not be her lucky day and if it wasn't for the trail of blood leading him straight to her Warsaw may never have found her.
Dark eyes stare down at the crimson staining the ground and he stops for a second. His thick skull lowers and his nose goes to the red liquid, snorting in its scent. The trail was fresh, she couldn't be far. He could plainly smell the scent of a mare over a man's smell anyway so it hadn't been hard to determine the gender of the wounded. He follows the trail slowly, head lowered down, ears pinned back, and his breathing shallow as if he was stalking prey. Eventually he made it to the scene unfolding, two mares were there, one obviously the injured one. A filly, about the age his children would be now, was now approaching the little scene as he watched from afar. It wasn't until the injured mare collapsed that he approached with haste. He galloped towards them and skidded to a quick halt right by the fallen mare. His eyes glance down to her. "You know leaving a trail like that attracts predators." He grins.
Knowing that the mare on the ground was most likely afraid, and that the other mares were probably mad at him now, Warsaw moves from his spot. He makes wide circles around the group, eyeing each of them, and remembering their faces. There was one he wanted to snatch up, but unfortunately he didn't know if he had a place to call home in order to do so. She would have to wait till later to know his reign. The grey overo continues to circle the group like a wolf cornering his victims until he slows to a stop and turns his body to face them all head on. "Seems like you ladies need a man around to tell you what's happening. She's dying so you best leave her to it unless you want to die as well, but if you wish it I'd gladly put you all out of your misery."
Again he grins.
Dark eyes stare down at the crimson staining the ground and he stops for a second. His thick skull lowers and his nose goes to the red liquid, snorting in its scent. The trail was fresh, she couldn't be far. He could plainly smell the scent of a mare over a man's smell anyway so it hadn't been hard to determine the gender of the wounded. He follows the trail slowly, head lowered down, ears pinned back, and his breathing shallow as if he was stalking prey. Eventually he made it to the scene unfolding, two mares were there, one obviously the injured one. A filly, about the age his children would be now, was now approaching the little scene as he watched from afar. It wasn't until the injured mare collapsed that he approached with haste. He galloped towards them and skidded to a quick halt right by the fallen mare. His eyes glance down to her. "You know leaving a trail like that attracts predators." He grins.
Knowing that the mare on the ground was most likely afraid, and that the other mares were probably mad at him now, Warsaw moves from his spot. He makes wide circles around the group, eyeing each of them, and remembering their faces. There was one he wanted to snatch up, but unfortunately he didn't know if he had a place to call home in order to do so. She would have to wait till later to know his reign. The grey overo continues to circle the group like a wolf cornering his victims until he slows to a stop and turns his body to face them all head on. "Seems like you ladies need a man around to tell you what's happening. She's dying so you best leave her to it unless you want to die as well, but if you wish it I'd gladly put you all out of your misery."
Again he grins.
[ Mare ] [ 3 ] [ Mixed ] [ Palomino Overo ] [ 15.1hh ] [ Blind in left eye ]
[ Warsaw x Wisteria ] [ The Inlet]
[ Warsaw x Wisteria ] [ The Inlet]