TW - Death and Gore.
Rim’s scream was enough to bring her stallion towards where the group of intruders were. She was thankful for him to be there, but she tripped slightly when he pushed against the stallion that rammed into her and had her tripping over her daughter. The fact that Uprising had almost been squished by her unsturdy legs had Rim’s ears pinning tight to her head as she whirled around in time to see another horse come into the frey. Rim could hardly remember his name, much less speak it, but she was thankful. Eyeing everyone around her, Rim moved into action.
Pushing over the Bay’s sands, Rim pushed her daughter farther up the beach and into the foliage where her daughter bedded down and finally turned back to the impending death on the beach. It had taken her long enough to move her child that the son of Fell managed to take down a horse and the way he held himself had Rim furious. Moving forward with a leaping start, Rim’s hooves hit the sand hard enough to let out a thunderous beat as the grainy land flew behind her in clumps. Her blue eyes narrow upon the distance, the urge deep within her gut catching hold and seeing this grown stallion as one of her own.
Moving as fast as she could, Rim manages to get behind this younger horse and heave her shoulder into the horse coming at his back. There were three of her old herd left, but that did not make them easy foes. With the whites of her eyes showing, Rim sets her heated gaze upon that of her sister. It was a world stopping moment for Rim, but she did not hesitate as she used the strength of her body to rear up and pivot to face the bald faced blue roan sister of hers. The duo could almost be a copy and paste set if it was not for the truly bald face of her sister. Much like Rim and Fell, her mother and father were colored similarly. However, Rim’s mother was the black horse and her sire was the one with the moon, stars, and night-like body.
Opening her jaws and baring blunt teeth, Rim extended her head just as Yukon went to do the same. Being trained by the same horses, the sisters were evenly matched in all ways but one. Rim had the desire to kill, to make death line the ground at her feet. Yukon did not harbor the monster that came from their father, never once even hinted at having it. With a grin marking her face though, Rim latched her teeth onto her sister's cheek and soon enough pulled back with the sound of ripping flesh warming her ears.
Landing back on the ground, Rim’s still faintly swollen body moved back, her tail lashing at her hocks as she eyed Yukon. Her sister needed to taste the sand of her home, the strength of the Bay. Yukon would never see the light of day again after this day, but Rim knew no one else would come either as long as her father ended up dead this day as well. Snorting with her head shaking, Rim was about to strike once more when her sister's burly body came at her with the strength of an enraged mare and slammed into her shoulder and aimed blunt teeth at her knees.
Barely keeping herself from falling to the ground, Rim works on backing away from her sister and keeping her body from becoming an easy death. Her blue eyes flared with anger, but the mares ended up pushing and pulling each other until they were in the tree’s, their fight hidden from view for the remainder of the battle they faced against each other. The sound of their squeals, grunts, and painful blows could be heard until suddenly, all in the forest grew quiet.
Pulling herself through the tree’s with a dangling flap of skin on her chin, Rim escaped the clutches of the forest before she turned her gaze over to Fell and the young stallion. She had taken out her sister, but with being so out of shape and practice, Rim knew she could no longer help her stallion take out the last two horses. Instead, she opened her lips and sent a call to her stallion, allowing the want to be surprise attack from her father to go noticed and unable to land as planned as her daughter came from the shrubs and stood beside her mother. Uprising now would grow to hate horses of her own pattern and family, but with time hopefully she would grow to understand her father and mother were not bad horses.against her side.
PACIFIC RIM
mare | 16hhs | blue roan overo | of the bay
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