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to love is to destroy
Posted on April 22, 2015 at 08:51:33 AM by nephilim


Instinct powered over thought. Fear. Mares. He, the stallion nearest them first, though young and barely past two years age.

Nephilim’s eyes rolled, whites flashed, and his ears pinned before he’d begun to process what it was that had happened. The gold of his gaze glittered as he stepped forward, toward the much older and more weathered stallion, angular head raised on a thin neck. A hard snort tore from his muzzle when next he realized what had occurred, that the stallion had jumped suddenly into their space and the fillies seemed just as on edge as he. Nephilim, perhaps, even more so – what with his current experience when it came to strange stallions and mares as well as the confusing array of instincts seeming to steal his sense of mind.

From the girls, Nephilim drew a similar attitude. Rather than lower his head or appear submissive to the dark bay with the strange accent (one Nephilim had not heard before), he struck a pose that was meant to be defensive and would, perhaps, one day look breathtaking and intimidating. He stepped forward, toward the stallion, shot one curious look to the filly who had spoken and then back to Al-Sarim, as he’d introduced himself. “Yeah,” he said, eyes narrowing, “what are you talking about?”



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