Being good was so tiresome and boring. He didn't know how so many kept up this sheraide without slipping up or pulling out their hair from sheer boredom. He wanted to keep up good manners for the ploy with Mariael, but he was reaching his wits end. If he didn't do something naughty, and soon, he would snap. Knowing his luck the snap would happen infront of Mariael or someone close to her and he was already on thin ice from the Freya incident.
This meant only one thing-he had to do something bad.
This would have to be done with someone new or someone from another island not friends with the Bay. There was almost no way for him to know the difference so in order for this to happen he would need to keep all words to himself. He couldn't be the only grey stallion around could he?
He left the Inlet with murder on his mind. Not that he planned on killing anyone, or ever had, but something big was about to happen. Something big for someone, maybe not so much dor him. Warsaw pull3d his grey and ivory mass from the cold water and began up the beach for the commons. It was here he laid his eyes on a dark golden mare and her image sparked some unhappy flash backs of recent news about his sister. His darling half sister who had just disobeyed him and gotten herself knocked up by a random pretty boy.
Just seeing that golden color turned him blind with rage and he wanted to punish her. Punish her in one of the only way he knew how. He raced towards her, dark eyes never leaving the backside he now quickly aproached. He saw nothing around him nor heard any of the other sounds of the island natives. Not even the sound of the sea reached him now as he reached her. His body rose and his hooves planted on either side of her back, his mouth opened to bite down on the back of her neck, and then he assulted her.
He bred hate into this future child just as his mother had placed the hate in him. May this be a reminder to this mare everytime she looked at the youth that the world held some terrible things. With a loud grunt, it was all over and he slid off her back. His eyes did not look at her now as he turned and trailed off back to the ocean. He dipped into the water with ease and began the swim back home.
He was a terrible thing.