I am the nightmare that became reality Posted on June 4, 2015 at 05:21:53 PM by Ruger
Ruger
stallion | 15.3hh | EE aa TT | son of the wolf
Ruger was unaware of his shadows; a mistake that his father would have surely had his hide over. When the other colt sprang from the shadows like some kind of monster in wait; Ruger reacted on pure instinct. Muscles coiled beneath his painted skin that lunged him to the side and out of the way of any striking hooves or snapping teeth. Golden eyes rolled as he threw up his head, taking in his attacker. But too many times had he suddenly been attacked in the Lagoon. Too many times had the boy been put in the position where he felt as if he were fighting for his life. Ears burying beneath his tangled matted locks, a sound of fury escaped Ruger's lips.
Twisting around so that he faced the stranger; he realized that the painted horse that had attacked him was close to the same age. Ruger was use to the attacks of men; hardened criminals that frequented the Lagoon. Surely this young stallion could not match their ferocity? Lips peeling back from blunt teeth, Ruger sought the flesh on the other boy's face while his hind hooves dug into the frozen soil to push himself forward while his front hooves lifted off of the ground in a series of quick strikes. He was merciless; not caring if he struck a vital part of the other horse's legs or not. Ruger wanted to hurt this other horse for daring to attack him in such a way. And although he was fully aware of the arrival of the other young horse, it was the painted one that had his full attention for now.
