Post by .:Phantom:. on Dec 26, 2010 8:34:12 GMT 8
Crimsontresses trailed the darkened, dusty ground as muscular pillars made their way past miles of brush. Splashes of night hue were against her massive bodice, accompanied by a main pelt hue of gory, bloody red. Neon green optics shone from her beautifully sculpted skull as she clambered to the edge of the land. Piercing was her gaze, yet no pain did her heart feel. Just like all the other emotions, it lacked in presence. Physical lust and pain were the only senses that seemed to come to her. Snotty ones of the light would be confused, saying that her heartlessness was from her scarred past. Regardless of if she had been born in a petty little meadow land or a blazing desert, she was a natural killer. Who cared if her mate died? All the better for her to carry on his legacy.
That would have been an impossible objective if she had no stag in her life. More or less, she would control him more than he would control her. And, what better place was there to find the perfect stag than at Danger Gully? Of course, it was a place of great darkness; the most powerful of them all, by far. Therefore, it would be her new home, whether the king liked it or not. Beside her, the hope of the deceased king tread beside her through the barren lands. Luckily, another pathetic filly had not been born. Most foals were weak and their attempts at attention futile, but Candra had been different - so would Embruixat. After all he did have the best bloodlines out of all the lands and even better training.
"My son, we shall go to the center and wait for the ruler. If he's worthy of us, perhaps he will be your teacher," she whispered confidently into her colt's worth. Being the queen of the mountain land had at least made her worth go up as a warrior and a leader. There was nothing to prove on her part. Temia had always enjoyed competition - it would be interesting to see how the other stags interacted with a fae that could not bare their youth. She, of course, had her colt just hours ago and could not have another for at least another year. Reaching the middle, she stood, letting the gales sweep over both of their bodies, flames blowing back in the wind. Who would dare to come and speak with them?
That would have been an impossible objective if she had no stag in her life. More or less, she would control him more than he would control her. And, what better place was there to find the perfect stag than at Danger Gully? Of course, it was a place of great darkness; the most powerful of them all, by far. Therefore, it would be her new home, whether the king liked it or not. Beside her, the hope of the deceased king tread beside her through the barren lands. Luckily, another pathetic filly had not been born. Most foals were weak and their attempts at attention futile, but Candra had been different - so would Embruixat. After all he did have the best bloodlines out of all the lands and even better training.
"My son, we shall go to the center and wait for the ruler. If he's worthy of us, perhaps he will be your teacher," she whispered confidently into her colt's worth. Being the queen of the mountain land had at least made her worth go up as a warrior and a leader. There was nothing to prove on her part. Temia had always enjoyed competition - it would be interesting to see how the other stags interacted with a fae that could not bare their youth. She, of course, had her colt just hours ago and could not have another for at least another year. Reaching the middle, she stood, letting the gales sweep over both of their bodies, flames blowing back in the wind. Who would dare to come and speak with them?