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
| ||
Posted on November 7, 2019 at 02:07:35 AM by CAIN
 |
The stallion must know he would keep getting chased off if he continued to pester Cain, especially around the mares. They were HIS and no one else's. He would fight to gain them and fight to defend them. He was meant to be a protector. He knew he couldn't bow to another stallion. He wouldn't bow to the humans who tied him up and beat him on a regular basis, so why should he? He was tougher than all of them. He'd gone through more than any of them. Fuck their sad childhoods. Were they fed nothing more than dog food for years? Were they isolated from their own kind and shocked with cattle prods and stabbed with knives? Were they whipped around the legs until they couldn't stand anymore? Were they left for days without food or water? None of them could boast this. His years in captivity had hardened Cain. Sure, he was at a disadvantage with his own kind now cause he didn't know how to socialize, but he could re-learn that. They would never know what it was like to look into the barrel of a gun and charge at it instead of shriveling back in fear. He would conquer these islands because he wouldn't settle for anything less. This stranger was nothing more than a tick on his hide, something to be chewed off and stomped beneath his hoof. The stallion could choose to bow or get lost, but those were his only choices and Cain would make sure he knew it. When he finally had the male in his sights, he slowed, but kept his head raised and his gaze level, challenging. His nostrils flared in disapproval the moment the other stallion raised his own head. Oh, hell no. Even as the stallion spit words at him in a foreign language, Cain charged forward, his neck lunging as he parted his jaws, aiming to take a chunk out of the male wherever he could reach it. He didn't relent, aiming his massive body at the stallion to push him right over, though he was more graceful than most would think. He wasn't all power and might. He had spent years running the fenceline of a dirt pen, spinning on his haunches as he looked for a way out. He knew how to dodge and spin and adapt. He flailed his front hooves at the stallion, lifting only a little as he tucked his head to protect his vitals. Swishing his tail, he snaked his head, ears flat to his skull as he aimed bite after bite at the stallion's hide. He would learn his lesson, one way or another. One doesn't come into HIS land and challenge, not unless they're ready to back it up. He heard the stallion saying more strange things and he sneered, lips curled back even as he continued his barrage of pawing and biting. "What, too scared to speak to me in words I can understand? Come on, don't be such a ninny, primadonna. If you're going to trash talk me, then at least give me a decency of knowing the insults." Cain_stallion_5yo_Gypsy Vanner Mutt_16.3hh_black and white tobiano coat_white mane & tail_dark brown eyes_bound to none_Salem Desert photo by happinesseater@deviantart |
Replies:
- alwaqt la yughayir alwaqt yakshif - By Bahadır November 12, 2019 at 03:39:31 AM
- bite me *edited* - By CAIN November 13, 2019 at 01:56:37 AM
- alwaqt la yughayir alwaqt yakshif - By Bahadır November 18, 2019 at 09:22:11 PM
- bite me - By CAIN November 19, 2019 at 02:07:05 AM
- alwaqt la yughayir alwaqt yakshif - By Bahadır November 18, 2019 at 09:22:11 PM
- bite me *edited* - By CAIN November 13, 2019 at 01:56:37 AM
Post a reply: