Another Plot From Dusty
Mar 6, 2009 22:48:13 GMT -5
Post by Dusty's Girl on Mar 6, 2009 22:48:13 GMT -5
In the Lands of the Dark Herd, a foal was born. Black as obsidian, he appeared into the light. But he would never truly know his mother. She would leave him in the herd as she went to meet her death in other lands. His sire was nothing like his grandsire, but the story is about to unfold.
The little foal is called Lizst, a German name to honor his sire, Brught. The little foal is the grandson of the tyrant, Cryptic, and is born to Cryptic's lead mare, Tehala, before she went to meet her death with her love. The inbreeding of the lines only made the wickedness in his heart that much stronger and his mind a bit more weak. He listened to what he was told, cared for by Brught's lead mare, Rhapsody. Soon though, he grew into a fine young stallion. And that is when the voices started.
Deep inside of his head, it spoke to him. The lost voice of Cryptic. It called to him, told him what to do and how to act. It made him do things that he even knew that he should not. But it was perfectly alright to comply with this voice, he felt. It told him that he was to be the rightful leader of this herd and not his weakling father. Then it spoke of Dante's young son, Jackal. They were to befriend each other and wait, wait for the voice to come again. So he heeded the voice, lest he bring a reign of destruction into the herdlands.
But slowly over time, Cryptic's spirit started to seep into his soul. He grew cold and wicked, dark and evil. He took on mares as slaves and killed horses in cold blood. But the day that he forcebred his sister is when it happened. He was no longer Lizst, Brught's son. He was Cryptic. The old stallion had completely taken him over and took his body.
Once again, Cryptic would rule the world. His iron hoof now weighed heavily over those that killed him, even if it was in mercy. He had no patience for petty stallions that thought they could take him down and he certainly had no time for foolish mares that wanted the darkness in their life. He was a lone stallion now, only Jackal at his side. But he needed something...
He needed an army. Something to take down those that he needed to. Of course he was young again, but why dirty his own hooves when the hooves of other were much better?
If you want to join in...well some of you already know all about this wicked stallion, but those of you that don't, just use whatever character that you want. Either evil or good, it does not matter. It is always a war of good vs evil, isnt it?
The little foal is called Lizst, a German name to honor his sire, Brught. The little foal is the grandson of the tyrant, Cryptic, and is born to Cryptic's lead mare, Tehala, before she went to meet her death with her love. The inbreeding of the lines only made the wickedness in his heart that much stronger and his mind a bit more weak. He listened to what he was told, cared for by Brught's lead mare, Rhapsody. Soon though, he grew into a fine young stallion. And that is when the voices started.
Deep inside of his head, it spoke to him. The lost voice of Cryptic. It called to him, told him what to do and how to act. It made him do things that he even knew that he should not. But it was perfectly alright to comply with this voice, he felt. It told him that he was to be the rightful leader of this herd and not his weakling father. Then it spoke of Dante's young son, Jackal. They were to befriend each other and wait, wait for the voice to come again. So he heeded the voice, lest he bring a reign of destruction into the herdlands.
But slowly over time, Cryptic's spirit started to seep into his soul. He grew cold and wicked, dark and evil. He took on mares as slaves and killed horses in cold blood. But the day that he forcebred his sister is when it happened. He was no longer Lizst, Brught's son. He was Cryptic. The old stallion had completely taken him over and took his body.
Once again, Cryptic would rule the world. His iron hoof now weighed heavily over those that killed him, even if it was in mercy. He had no patience for petty stallions that thought they could take him down and he certainly had no time for foolish mares that wanted the darkness in their life. He was a lone stallion now, only Jackal at his side. But he needed something...
He needed an army. Something to take down those that he needed to. Of course he was young again, but why dirty his own hooves when the hooves of other were much better?
If you want to join in...well some of you already know all about this wicked stallion, but those of you that don't, just use whatever character that you want. Either evil or good, it does not matter. It is always a war of good vs evil, isnt it?
