A devil Is here

[foxfire]

Hope Of Death

The Black Mare trots into this land it was a holy land and she hated it for this. Her Sparkling blue eyes were very clear to see today. The flowers range From red and pinks to blues and greens but There were others that were orange and yellows to. The river seemed to sparkle like her eyes.
She quickly opened her maw " this couldn`t b more evil? i hate this place already" she whispers to her self almost sure no one heard her. This place smells so nice and clean. She hated it. Her lack tail swished up on her back and then dropped and went side to side. Her black mane twitched some as she went closer to the river she could tell there was something not right. A cat? A Horse? A Bird? no this smell was much more deferent then any of them. A snake. A small Grass snake is at the river. A grass Snake couldn`t hurt her but she wouldn`t take any chance. She slowly comes up to it. It was bright green no other color. She Slowly raised one hoof and kicked the snake. The snake fastly tryed to esape but the hoof hit it`s mark. A deadly blow but the snake was still alive for the time being. he went into the woods to die.
Her name has proved its self agian. She bends her head down and opens her maw her lips touch the cold water. Her Tongue laped up the water and she brought her head back up and closed her maw. She looked around for anything to hurt. Nothing in sight. Her large size was clearly showing,
Slowly the sun goes down and with the moon high in the sky this was the time when it happened. Her Sparkling Blue eyes Started to shine bright red a devil and fire red.This was When her name truly made sense. Her black body was still black. The silver moon didn`t change the look of her coat. The land was turned silver even the flowers and the river the moon has covered the area in a silver blanket. This is when her Evil Can`t be stopped. This is a devil.

[spirit1]

The mare he saw alone, was rather complicated. She had just killed a harmless grass snake, willingly TOO. He became curious, not cautious. He cantered toward her place, slid just in front of her, reared to the tallest point possible and a loud neigh flew from his muzzle. "You would suit The Grim Reaper." he spoke to her. Peligrosas had disappeared from his terra, but he kept guard an watch over his enemies so it wasnt all that bad, yet his lead had disappeared and the mare he had forcebred stay in his company -she was crazy not to run-. Now he was on the hunt for a new lead, one as evil and tormented as him. This black hearted mare was just the type to be found in the Reapers mixed up herd.

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Anger&&Betraylliit'sAlliiNADay's [[ W O R K ]]

Dark, cold, vicious, black tinted. That was just some words to describe the mare not far from him. Peligrosas the great Grim Reaper himself stood on a vantage ledge in his infamous rear. A piercing call cried out from his maw to let any equine know that the original Reaper had arrived he soon galloped on down to the mare. She had blood on her hooves, and a blood slither trail on the ground... she had killed a snake but for what reason ? well if she was bloodthirsty maybe just maybe she would want to pick a fight with him !
This blood eyed stallion galloped toward her faster and faster no hope of stopping. would he hit her or stop in time ??
He did stop, he reared just before he got into her. What would her reactin be ...

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[foxfire]

Hope Of Death


Hope of death didn`t move as the stallion nearly hit her.
She looked at the two Horses as the stallion spoke. Her eyes shined red in the moonlight " Thank you" she said evilly. she looked at the moon * Why can`t it just be dark?* she thought to herself, she hated the light but she could live in it. she slowly turned her gaze to the Stallion, she raised her head slightly. She didn`t bother looking at the other horse but if they wanted a fight, she would fight.

[Dusty's Girl]

Black, the color of the Dark Knight, the color of death, the color of all hope that was lost. It stained the coat of himself, of his heart. He was sired by the cold hatred of the one christened Cryptic. His lineage was as dark as his pelt. A mix of Mustang and Friesian blood stormed through his veins. He screamed, letting his presence be known to this mare and these stallions. He truly did not care of the stallions, for they were just that to him, stallions. He had known many, friends and foes, through his journey of life so far. But mares. They were a new pleasure all together. His slave mare, Rhapsody, had vanished. Hopefully she had been taken down by wolves. No other mare accompanied him on this journey to find the foul betrayers of his gracious Sire's soul.

He snorted loudly in the direction of the mare and the stallions, bowing his dark head to them in greeting. They seemed to be Dark Hearts. He could mesh with them freely, but they were not from the Far Herds, that was obvious. "Greetings mare, stallions. I am the one dubbed Brught." His words were tainted with a German accent, heavy on his dam's side. He let his tail lash behind him as he watched the horses interact on the terra.

The scent of blood reached his quivering nostrils, his body trembling with the pleasure of the scent. He was a blood thirsty as his Sire, ready to kill just to scent the blood in the air. Of course, he had learned from one of the best. Cryptic had taught his last foal well and Brught had managed to terrorize the Far Herds very well in the last year that Cryptic was murdered. His eyes fell on the dark mare though, she was something to behold. But if these other stallions wanted her, well, he would not fight too hard for her as it was always the stealing of mares that made his blood rise fast. He loved to take innocent mares from their well secured herds in the middle of the night, forcebreed them, and lead them on his merry way to do as he pleased with them all the time.

[foxfire]

Hope Of Death


She watched as yet another Stallion came into her devil life.
She didn`t mind being fought over but she would not stand any one bossing her around she grinned evilly * At least there not mare, too bad then i could have a bit of fun, killing her* she thought. Yes she would love to get her hands on a mare of a light heart and kill her, Any mare would do. She listened to the Stud as he spoke " Too crowed" she said slightly in her mind. She needed to show she wasn`t weak, She reared and let out a loud neigh. She quickly dropped to the ground and held her head high with her feet firmly on the ground. She didn`t know what she was proving but she didn`t want to be taken in as weak, she would fight before she accepted that fact. She looked at the other Stallion, her red eyes flickers in the moonlight.

[spirit1]

[[OOC: seeing as Jazz is my cousin I'm allowed -with her permission- to RP her charries ... any ii like so .....]]

Peligrosas, was not one to let a dark mare be left with a weakling such as this brught; He was certainly the type to steal mares and never raise a herd with them. Slowly he knelt to the mare, "Might I ask your name, dark mare?" he asked with a quick noticing look to the younger stallion ... barely a stallion he would say. "Well, Brught, how old are you?" he only asked because he classed foe stallions in categories; That went by age, height, breeding, muscle power, past, fights and kills ... it was in his job description!
As he stood he stood to his full height and rippled his hench bountiful muscular body and the moonlight coated him in a light grey cloak, almost, for his coat was darker then any night held here or his birthplace or where he himself was beaten. Spainish nights were "pitch black" too, so his dark coat could not be described with words known or found. With his eyes blood red from each of his kills: mares, foals, yearlings and stallions. Total number not topped even by a certain stallion named, "Cryptic", not that he didn't like the stallions effort in kills and the way he fought but ... he disturbed EVERYONES peace, so of course he wanted to be there to see him fall and thankfully got front row seats. He smirked slightly as this Brught looked like him slightly and had the cocky ora also, so of course he wondered if they were related. As he watched the company he held; Brught and ... dark mysterious silent mare. Clouds were in deed gathering up ahead and looking to be a storm, well it was a releaving one seeing as it had been a dry summer so far and it also acknowledged the coming of winter. "great a storm! hopefully with lightning..." he mumbled to himself sarcasticly, not caring whom heard. Suddenly he reared up, nothing spooked him but rather ... a lightning bolt had struck somewhere and he felt it deep within his soul ... deep within the fabric of his being .... and it was a sense that he relished in when he reared .... and soon the roar of thunder was heard and so too would his frightening piercing signature neigh also. Cold ripped around him and perhaps the others too, strong and cold enough to make one not use to the temperature shiver, he relished within it and spoke lightly on the breeze, "The Grim Reaper will alway be around ...... because I Peligrosas am him!" after he cried out louder and stronger then when the thunder roared.

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[foxfire]

Hope Of Death


She listened to the stallion speak. She liked her name, she was your hope of death. She kept her head raised tall and pround, she looked at the Stallion that had spoken to her [b" Hope Of Death"][/b] she said. The thunder was heard very cleary by her. She didn`t shiver but look up in the sky as rain drops rolled off her washing away the blood just leaving small trats of it. she watched the Stallion speak to the loud winds,thunder,lighting ,and rain. A lighting strike hit a tree not far from them, she didn`t run nor hide she just watched the skies waiting for another strike.

[Dusty's Girl]

Brught stared at the one that called himself the Grim Reaper. Yes, that was truly a tortured soul there. He snorted, barely able to contain fury in his heart, in his soul, "I am of age enough, old enough to be a sire for many years and to have learned the ways to the Dark Hearts from the Far Herds." He raised his head slightly, his tail lashing out behind him with a force unlike many horses. His movements caused the feathering on his legs to sway gently, betraying his true nature.

He did not truly care that this black stallion thought of himself as the darkest and the meanest. No, he knew deep in his heart what would become of those that thought too highly of themselves. Just take Dante for example. Clearly his heart was not dark enough or Brught would not have been able to take him down that quickly and cleanly. His hooves still carried the blood stains of that Dark Heart. Another snort rippled his nostrils as he waited, watching the mare and the stallion.

No, he was not here to claim this mare, only to cause disturbance. He would rather have his palomino slave back. He was ready to breed her again and well, he wanted something to bite anyways. But this black, this Peligrosas, grew on his conscious. Maybe he would become an ally in this battle that he had planned, one to help him take down the terrible murderers of his sire, the one and only Cryptic. Of course Cryptic was not horribly known in this terra, nor was he known much out of the Far Herds other than the Canyon.

He shook his head, lightning striking above him. He reveled in the sound, reveled in the thunder that shook the ground beneath his hooves and trembled down to his soul. He knew strongly that a fire would start in the Far Herds if this storm would reach there, and surely the herd would be culled by the darkness once more. His tail flew behind him in the strong winds of the storm, his mane rippling like obsidian flames. He nearly laughed as the stallion reared up into the stormy sky, screaming his name and who he was supposed to be. If one was so evil, one would not proclaim it such. Of course, what did one expect of a rogue. It took a brute to know how to handle evil, how to herd the slaves, and how to deal with traitors and betrayers.

[spirit1]

Peligrosas was impressed with the dark mare's name, it fit her well. "Befitting name, Hope of Death, but may I call you Death instead ?! It's shorter and quicker to say then." he asked in his gruff sturn emotionless voice. When lightning struck behind them he reared tall once more throwing quick punches into the darkness with only his glowing blood red eyes looking down upon the land. When Brught spoke he listened rather half heartadly, "Are you intent on creating your own herd or help protect a dark one, such as my own?!" he asked before continueing, "You cannot fight forever, time gets to you but with age comes experiance.... why are you here Brught??" he asked once again before shaking his fierce mangled mane. It really needed to be cleaned, with that the rain fell on his back and made its way up his body. His coat was washed to the darkest impossible black and as for his mane ... curls began to appear, as if it had been platted and then undone, his tail went the same with both shining with little light from the midnight moon. Of course Peligrosas was an old rouge but he had not done bad for his age, he topped many a stallions kills and could still take down a challenger for his muscle power was not met in the wild. He liked his son, the only one to survive and grow up to inherit his title but had to be taught from a young age and he had instructed Paramore to indeed start ... that mare could fight! Not even hell had as much fury as when Paramore was upset, agitated or angry ... then he had turned her into that with much pride for she was a mighty fine mother and herd mare.

The only rogue he was, the only blessed with such a dark black coat, Peligrosas had passed his features onto his son and thus called for him. Jóvenes Oscuro was his name, thanks to his tough father for knowing Spainish. It indeed befitted him for if translated was ... Young Dark ... he was young and dark but for now he would be called that but once older and proved himself to his father he would be given an even better name, one he already knew, Granuja Oscuro ... his mother and father had already agreed upon it. As he galloped in he done so quietly and within the next lightning strike he was by his fathers side. He did never speak just sent a whine to his father to let him know he was there. "Father." he said in an immature voice but still rather disturbing. As he looked slightly up to his sire he bowed respectfully and asked, "Might I ask why you called for me ??" he already knew why ... to fight no doubt this older stallion, for one so young he already knew how to fight and block attacks to cause stalemates in a battle he had killed too but it was not another equine; Peligrosas didn't until he was 2 years and he himself was only a year. Lightning did not scare him but the thunder did, he still needed to find a sense of comfort from it somehow. Although he knew he had no siblings he thought of Arturio as a older brother that would not only care for him but teach him how to fight real good, that was were he gained most of his experiance plus a few other real fights!

[foxfire]

Hope Of Death

Hope of death just stood with her head held high. she listened to the stallion You may, now that you know my name, what is yours?" she said and asked at the same time. She saw yet another young stallion appear, to her it was just a young colt.
A loud roar of thunder was heard, she didn`t rear she just stood still. she looked up to the heavens "I Believe in no god" she said, she didnt care who heard her or dis- agree with her.

[Dusty's Girl]

Brught looked to Peligrosas, "I am here to get back what is rightfully mine and to take down the murderers of Cryptic. I have no herd and have only been part of the Far Herds, which I have ruled for only three seasons." He cast dark eyes on the younger stallion. A snort ripped through his nostrils as he looked him up and down, young pup.

The rain fell heavily on Brught's back, his hide gleaming in the dark light as it quickly became saturated with the water. Dust and grime rolled off his hide, but the dark stains of blood never left his forehooves. It was as if it was a grim reminder of his past, of his present, and of his future. His eyes slid slowly over to the mare and he heaved a soft sigh. Ah the scent of a mare. He breathed it in slowly as he took a step back.

"Peligrosas...and young one, and as for you, Hope of Death, I feel that I must be traveling for a bit, I have to find my golden slave. If not her, then another mare of the same quality. If you should need of my services, please hesitate to ask." He snorted in the direction of Peligrosas, the stallion just did not frighten him as it seemed that it should. As for the young one, well, he would have to grow into those hooves if he was meant for battle. At least he knew that should a son ever be born from the golden slave, it would be strong and cruel from the beginning like he was.

With his words said, he turned and cantered off. His hooves cut into the terra harshly as if tearing into the very flesh of the earth. A hundred yards off, he stopped and turned. His strong hind legs lifted him into the air, his tail lashing behind him. Forehooves lashed at the tortured and dark sky, a scream emitting from his dark muzzle, "Hope of Death! You are a lovely mare, choose wisely. I shall be around if you need me." Slamming to the ground with a thunderous shake, he turned and galloped off to fields unknown.

[spirit1]

Peligrosas didn't say much he snorted at Brughts reply. God how his gutt instincts never failed him. He got agitated as he had the nerve to look his son up and down. "Cryptic was your father?! Well, I did warn him that they and I wouldn't have him disturbing the peace here ... that was my job! But your father never did listen now did he. Stubborn I would say. And you'll go the same way if you face the horses that took him down." he said to him before he ran along. When Brught told Death to choose wisely he grew angered and ran so far intent on chasing him off but Brught ran out of sight as he began to chase.

Peligrosas turned his attention to Death. "Well Death. My name is Peligrosas, but widely known as The Grim Reaper for the amount of kills and what genre." he said emotionlessly. Oh the amount of mares that claimed they had faught and killed before that he took down with a heavy blow to the head, almost a quarter of them. "So you say you dont believe in a God ... nor do I for I have seen more than one God and therefore believe in Gods." he said as he looked to the skies. "What do you think of that Brught then?!" he asked her quietly.

Oscuro looked to Brught. Watched as everything happened. Watched his father give a nod and off he went to follow Brught. He was sneaky about it and stayed a fair few yards behind Brught. Oscuro had patients thanks to his mother but he also had brains somthing that most brutes didn't have. He laughed at the very thought.[/center]

[foxfire]

Hope Of Death


Hope of death watched the stallion start to run off and talk to her. He told her to choose wisely, yes indeed she didn`t to choose wisely she liked the strange stallion that ran away but not as much as she did this killer. she listened to Peligrosas speak, after his last word she seemed to know what to say " I think he is a coward running away like that" she said, it was the truth that came out of her mouth. She always thought some one running away from a possible fight would be a coward.

[spirit1]

Peligrosas had grown attached to the mare, but he didn't want to have a herd like demented Cryptics. Look were it got him! Under ten hooves and hated by all. "All of Cryptics 'evil' foals are like that. Affraid to fight another without a cause. For there is always something to gain from a fight even if its for show. Don't you agree?" he asked her. He could be a wise old stallion at times afterall he was fourteen years old but he didn't appear over the age of 6 and in a battle he fought with his experiance yet combined his young strong unfragile body muscles to take down anything! I remember when I ran into a tree and knocked it down .... funny .... I myself was 5 and the tree 20 years, just goes to show what strength I had even then. And I hope my son lives my legacy onwards! he thought to himself as the storm began to subside. The rains were much needed to the lands and he needed the storm for much more, the storm was going the same direction as his son and in that moment he knew ... his son was turning into his father ... not that it bothered him he was in fact proud! "What do you think of my son, Oscuro?" he asked her as he looked in the direction Oscuro took off after Brught.

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[foxfire]

Hope Of Death


Hope of death listened to Peligrosas and after he stopped speaking " I agree" she said, Yes it was true for the one that runs away is a loser and the one that doesn`t is a winner in his own mind. Even if no one stay`s a winner for long. Just maybe one day Peligrosas and Hope of death could tame another evil foal. She looked at the stallion as he asked the question " He is young, yet brave. I think he will make a splendid evil stallion" she said, yes this was the truth. When a horse won`t fight, make them fight, or better yet, kill them.

[spirit1]

Peligrosas nodded contently she was so simple, a simple answer and she was so relaxed. What Death said of Oscuro was right, with time and presistent training he would be his best legacy ever! "So he will live up to both parents hopes and plans." he stated before continuing, "What of you Death, will you join a herd ??" he asked her hoping for a yes just so that he could swoop her into his dark hearted herd. But truly mares were things that would send mix signals and would suprise often!

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[foxfire]

Hope Of Death

Hope Of death listened carefully to Peligrosas. She looked down to earth once more. She lifted her head and looked at Peligrosas once more. As soon as he stopped talking she started to think. Then she had her answer " Yes, but only to the darks of the manor" Never would she join a nice little herd, never. She still looked at the stallion. She liked only what was called darks, A evil, mean little horse. Even if that horse is big, they still would be darks. She stood firmly in place waiting for a response.

[Dusty's Girl]

Hoofbeats once more sounded on the terra. A large horse approached, dark and shadowed in the light. Solid black and dark as obsidian. Yes, it was Brught once more. Nothing could tear him away from a good argument, even if blows were not exchanged. The older stallion had infuriated him by sending a younger stallion after him. Yes, he had caught sight of him as he had circled around.

Black feathering waved gently as he galloped, his heavy hoofbeats drawing him closer. "Old man! Why do you fear me so that you send a younger stallion behind me? I have no quarrels with you other than you seem to think that you are death itself. If anything I know has taught me, there is no death other than what you cause." As he approached, he slid to a stop, his voice still heavily accented in German. He bowed his head once more to the mare, a snort rippling his nostrils, his crest showing prominately.

His long tail waved behind him as he stood in place, hardly a hair moving on his body. If he would not be a Dark Heart, he would have been a great stallion. His foals were strong, and his mares are of good breeding. At least back at the Far Herds, they were. Of course he had nothing here to show of it. Especially since his stupid slave got taken down by coyotes or wolves or something. And he was so sure that she was in foal this time.

[spirit1]

Peligrosas listened to Deaths answer this time she thought longer than with the last questions. "Well, then I hope you do join my herd. My last lead mare, Black Rose, just disappeared on me and so its just myself, Oscuro and Paramore his mother... she was forcebred but even then I never stopped her leaving and has stayed on since." he finished before hearing the heavy hoofbeats and then sighted Brught .... now where was his son ?! By calling him old Peligrosas was infuriated and his dark orbs began to glow with rage, if he continued he would turn into the formidable rogue he has always been! Peligrosas reared up into his signature battle rear and lashed out with his diamond dagger hooves and stared down at Brught with his glowing blood red eyes and screamed down at him, "With age comes experiance YOUNG MAN .... so before you even think of taking me on just think about how exactly I got my reputation!!!!!" he let out a piercing angered scream into the air after he had spoken. Once again a dark storm was gathering over head, he still had it ! The Grim Reaper still longed for worthy battles but never got them as much as he use to, obviously equines were smarter ... except this c.ocky little wannabe. "Brught you think to highly of yourself, my son went on his own accord. Well, if I fear you so much how comes I am the one not cowering from a fight ?! Tell me Brught do you believe in Gods ??" he asked abruptly still in his rear but bouncing up and down sharpening his hooves on the floor and sending shock-waves with his heavy slamming weight.

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[Dusty's Girl]

Brught just shook his head and laughed, "Of course I do not believe in gods. What fool of a horse would? Especially a Dark Heart? And you are the fool for wanting to fight me when I know that together we could take down a whole herd here and rule whatever land that you wanted. Just let me have my slave and my kill and you will never see me again." He shook his head. Of course the stallion was old. He was far older than Brught himself and was not that much older than Cryptic was when he was murdered.

His dagger like right forehoof reached out and pawed the ground. Of course he would turn and leave if this stallion wanted nothing more than to fight. But then he knew that together they could have a way to get whatever they wanted. In fact, Brught even knew of a mare that this so called storm lord could have. A rogue mare that would indeed be fit company for a rogue stallion. His tail lashed behind him once more. "Stallion, I will not fight you. I will not even display as you do since it is not necessary where I come from. I know who is rightful and I know that together stallions can accomplish more in what they want than by fighting. Did your sire never teach you anything about being a Dark Heart?" He shook his head once more, his long and flowing mane waving gently. Too bad this stallion wanted nothing more than to fight. And this Dark Mare was turning out to be the same way. If only they had been raised to be a true Dark Heart, he could have used them against this herd. He turned once more, "Will you think on it at least? I do have to return to a stallion and mare that I am trying to turn Dark."

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Peligrosas pulled his head upright and snorted at Brught, "Warrior Rogue Dark Hearts! Your slave ?! Your kill ?! Name them and I'll see if it can be made possible ..." he spoke in his deep dark voice before continuing, "My Parents died because of humans. I was taught nothing then; to keep what you kill! Never back down from a fight and challenge what has something that can be usefully taken!" he spoke harshly he hated the fact he had to bring his parents into it. He loved both his parents still to this day, especially his mother, and to say that they died because of the stupid spainish couple that bought his tiny little family it hurt him more then any war pain imaginable! Peligrosas turned to face Death and slowly began to walk away from where Brught kept finding them, he hoped Death would join him and hoped even moreso that Brught would learn a lesson and stop pretending!!

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[foxfire]

Hope Of Death

She Listened to Peligrosas, she would join only a herd of death, but she has trouble with mares. She started to think * Any mare of Peligrosas is okay with me, i guess. But, if she so dare make the wrong move, i will attack* she slowly stopped thinking. Yes, this would be a great idea. Just one problem, Brught was back, no real big deal. It just must be taken care of before any thing happens. This 'coward' was stud born enough to return, Such a fool. Hope Of Death watched everything that happened. She didn`t care for Brught, she didn`t care for Peligrosas or Oscuro. She watched as Peligrosas gave him his answer, and turned to leave. She had to make a choice, Follow Peligrosas, stay here and see what Brught would do, or go on her own way,like she always did. She liked it, being a rogue, A lone rongue.......



She had her answer, she slowly started after Peliggrosas. She may like her life as a lone rungue, but she would like to have a evil herd of her own, and now she wanted Peligrosas at her side. She still didn`t care for him,or anyone eles. She could care less if he left. She just knew she did want a herd, and this is the ticket.

[Dusty's Girl]

Brught snorted loudly as he turned his way to leave. He would not bother the old stallion no longer, since he seemed to be out of his way. Brught would know soon if he was to gather company, especially since he had a feeling that another of his herd would soon arrive.

His hooves reflected against the terra as he galloped away to places unknown. He had to feel the wind in his mane and the firm terra under his hooves.

[spirit1]

Peligrosas relised that his head was held low and he was walking away from a possible fight, but at least he got what he wanted ... a peacful life without much interuptions from others so he could go about his way training his 'sons'; he says sons he adopted one of Rosemonts to train into his own warrior and as for his own son a leader for a dark army no doubt. "BRUGHT, before you go... you did not answer to whom were the slave and the kill you wanted ??" he asked as he swung himself around and stared at Brught with a feeling that this stallion would not stop ... he was far to stubborn and persitant. If it was to a herd both him and his only friend disliked then he would happily allow Brught to take them on and down but if it was a herd the both of them liked he would most deffinantly stand in Brughts way, but he would still look to be compinsated by the herd for his protection and help. Peligrosas only ever helped to gain something from it, yeah he had the potential to be a light but he had too much hate and bloodlust and as for anger ... it was not topped! "Death, if you have come to your decision then we can return to my lands." he smirked slightly.

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[Dusty's Girl]

Brught stopped for a moment, "My slave is my lead mare, Rhapsody. And my kill is the offspring of Cryptic that are living here. A grey paint stallion, a red one, and a blood princess. A bay stallion that lives here helped them and I am told that they live with him." He tossed his head, a snort rippling his nostrils as he turned once more.

He would not fight now. No, a new face was about to be seen in Sunshine River. His brother had made it here. He knew that scent anywhere. Besides, the younger stallion could still be persuaded to follow him into battle. Of course, he was nothing more than a curse to the herd. He shook his head once, his mane rippling. Sombra had nothing to do with this fight, he had merely been called to be killed.

[foxfire]

Hope Of Death


She watched both stallions closely, if she didn`t follow Peligrosas and he accapt her as the lead mare, she would fight this other mare, to become a lead mare, for once and for all. She listened to Peligrosas`s words, she looked on to brught as he started to leave. She looked back at Peligrosas " Let us go to your lands then" she spoke darkly, wanting a high rank in the herd. She slowly started to walk again, but not to far, she still needed to know where his 'lands' are at.


( So, where do we go now?)

[spirit1]

Peligrosas looked at Brught as he walked away and a concerned look consumed his face. He treats his lead as a slave and wants to kill Reagality and herd ... he slowly turned to Death, "HMMM... oh yes yes lets go!" he spoke snapping out of his concerned trance. Peligrosas set off at a fast trot toward Far,Far Away lands .... though he and his herd stayed there officially only for a while up until his last lead left but they made it their home and would not leave finally they have a lead that at least will stick around!

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[[OOC: Far Far Away Lands .... thread will be created ]]

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NOTE: thread can be closed