Your King Asmodeus | ||
Your Queen | ||
The Second None | ||
The Herd Name, Name, Name | The Sub-Herd Name, Name, Name | |
Allies Name (Land) | Enemies Solomon (Cove) | |
The Rules
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Posted on October 17, 2019 at 00:06:02 AM by CAIN
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It would take some getting used to, this being back around his own species. He'd spent four of his five years in training pens built by humans, surrounded only by their rough hands and stinging weapons. It's a miracle he remembered how to talk. He'd gotten so used to grunting and screaming, roaring in protest when they didn't listen. Now, he could be more literal in what he wanted to do, or he'd just say screw it and do what he wanted, anyway. That would most likely be his go-to. The social creature in him had been banished long ago, back before he'd been reduced to eating dog food and seeing how many knife cuts he could take before he fought back. He was far from elegant looking with his chopped, tangled mess of a mane and tail and his scarred and brutalized flesh, but he didn't care. That part of him died a long time ago. He rememebred just enough from his days before being captured to know that he should build a herd and spread his seed. So that's what he planned to do. Too many years of being separated from mares and not being able to perform his God given right as a stallion. Now, no one could stop him. Food was going to be difficult. He hadnt' seen or touched grass in years so it seemed foreign to him now. The taste of it would take some getting used to. How would he keep from eating his own herd? Guess he'd have to wait and see. When he claimed the desert, he knew it would be perfect. The terrain was rugged and tough, not for the faint of heart. It was a lot like the training pens he used to live in. It would do just fine. And he'd build a herd into it, one that would last and flourish with him to protect it. There was another herd on the island but he hadn't yet decided to check it out. He'd immediately gone back to the free lands to find mares to fill his herd lands. He still came back to patrol though, not wanting other stallions to get any funny ideas in his absence. That's when he came across the scent of a mare. His nostrils flared and his tail went up like a flag, ears pricked as he looked for the damsel. When he saw the dapple and black mare, he snorted and pawed the ground, charging like a military drum horse as his ears pinned and he screamed to let her know she was in his lands. He could smell another herd on her so she must be from the other one on this island. What was she doing here? Come to join his instead? As he got closer, he could smell another horse nearby. Stopping in his tracks, his head snapped around until his eyes locked on the colt sleeping under a bush. His nostrils flared as he snorted again, arching his thick neck as he screamed at the mare again, rearing up before rushing her. He slid to a stop just before her, his nostrils still blowing in challenge as he raised his head in dominance and curled his lips back in a sneer. "Bringing me a gift? I'm sure I'll find some use for him. I could find many more for you, though." His eyes roamed over her figure hungrily, his fore leg reaching out to paw at the ground impatiently. He swished his tail and stood tall, ready to lash out or chase her from his lands if needed but heck, he needed all the mares he could get. Cain_stallion_5yo_Gypsy Vanner Mutt_16.3hh_black and white tobiano coat_white mane & tail_dark brown eyes_bound to none_no home photo by happinesseater@deviantart |
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- Move in the Darkness - By Shaydowfax October 17, 2019 at 11:26:20 AM
- bite me - By CAIN October 24, 2019 at 11:15:29 PM
- Move in the Darkness - By Shaydowfax October 24, 2019 at 11:56:15 PM
- bite me - By CAIN October 25, 2019 at 01:32:28 AM
- Move in the Darkness - By Shaydowfax October 24, 2019 at 11:56:15 PM
- bite me - By CAIN October 24, 2019 at 11:15:29 PM
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