Striking Fear And Taking Names
Dec 8, 2014 3:15:43 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2014 3:15:43 GMT -5
He was not a small horse by any means, but he was not the largest mustang one had ever seen either. He was, well, average. He crested a hill and came into this rocky land, his ears taking in the sounds and his icy blue eyes taking in all of the sights. His white coat could not hide him in any surrounding other than a blizzard, but he did not seem to care. In fact, he loved to stand out. He adored knowing that he was easily spotted and smirked to himself.
Bones, blood, stallions, they all resided in this land. But the scent of mares was quite far off. Perhaps that was the best for now. At least until he settled into this land a bit more. A scream rent the air and he rose onto his hind legs and struck at the air. His name? Reaper. His calling? Pain. His front hooves touched land once more as his head swiveled to take in the land. Would anyone dare to answer that powerful of a call? Likely not.
Trotting down from the rocky perch, he settled among the grasses and grazed for a moment. The muscular stallion was mottled with scars upon closer inspection of his white hide. Also, he was not a truly white horse. Black ear tips could be scene from under the tangled mass that was his mane and forelock. Black specks speckled his top line, but he was not an appaloosa. The humans called it Sabino, he called it powerful. His enemies and herd could see him anywhere and they knew when Reaper was in the area. But that was not on his mind now. No, his mind was on one of two stallions.
Cryptic. That name could almost make him spit. Almost. Legend told that Cryptic was a powerful and cruel stallion that could seemingly live forever through his offspring, a curse that was placed on him by his sire, who learned it from a Shaman back when humans and horses could understand each other. The Cursed One brought pain and suffering to the herds as he gained a massive army known as the Dark Herds. But Cryptic had vanished for ages and the Dark Herd disbanded when Jackal was murdered by the fool made, Winter's Kiss. It was a fairy tale, right? That is what Reaper had thought until Cryptic strode into his life. The Cursed One was not solid black anymore so Reaper almost did not know who it was until his mother was force bred in front of him and his little brother was murdered by the hoof of Cryptic. Reaper rose up against him, but as a yearling, what could he do? Cryptic had laughed at him and kicked him aside. Reaper was then left for dead as Cryptic took over the herd.
But death would not come to Reaper. No, that was not a pleasure reserved for the brightly colored stallion. Instead, he lived and his heart grew more dark every day. He stalked the herd that Cryptic had stolen, watching the black stallion's every move. He learned his ways, but also watched as the stallion grew less hateful and began to act more like an old soul that he was. What happened to the demented demon horse that was Cryptic? This was just a crazy old loon trapped inside the body of a young horse. He did things that made no sense and talked to horses that were not there. Reaper had plenty of chances to kill him in the years that he followed him, but he waited. Then one day, Cryptic walked away from the herd. Where was the old coot going? So Reaper did what he did best, he followed.
That was when he ended up here. He thought the old loon had come here, but his scent was not in this land. But yet it was. He would find him and deal with him. But he needed to watch him some more. He needed to know just what the stupid stallion was up to and why he came here. But for now, Reaper would rest and graze, saving his strength to continue to follow the old loon.
Bones, blood, stallions, they all resided in this land. But the scent of mares was quite far off. Perhaps that was the best for now. At least until he settled into this land a bit more. A scream rent the air and he rose onto his hind legs and struck at the air. His name? Reaper. His calling? Pain. His front hooves touched land once more as his head swiveled to take in the land. Would anyone dare to answer that powerful of a call? Likely not.
Trotting down from the rocky perch, he settled among the grasses and grazed for a moment. The muscular stallion was mottled with scars upon closer inspection of his white hide. Also, he was not a truly white horse. Black ear tips could be scene from under the tangled mass that was his mane and forelock. Black specks speckled his top line, but he was not an appaloosa. The humans called it Sabino, he called it powerful. His enemies and herd could see him anywhere and they knew when Reaper was in the area. But that was not on his mind now. No, his mind was on one of two stallions.
Cryptic. That name could almost make him spit. Almost. Legend told that Cryptic was a powerful and cruel stallion that could seemingly live forever through his offspring, a curse that was placed on him by his sire, who learned it from a Shaman back when humans and horses could understand each other. The Cursed One brought pain and suffering to the herds as he gained a massive army known as the Dark Herds. But Cryptic had vanished for ages and the Dark Herd disbanded when Jackal was murdered by the fool made, Winter's Kiss. It was a fairy tale, right? That is what Reaper had thought until Cryptic strode into his life. The Cursed One was not solid black anymore so Reaper almost did not know who it was until his mother was force bred in front of him and his little brother was murdered by the hoof of Cryptic. Reaper rose up against him, but as a yearling, what could he do? Cryptic had laughed at him and kicked him aside. Reaper was then left for dead as Cryptic took over the herd.
But death would not come to Reaper. No, that was not a pleasure reserved for the brightly colored stallion. Instead, he lived and his heart grew more dark every day. He stalked the herd that Cryptic had stolen, watching the black stallion's every move. He learned his ways, but also watched as the stallion grew less hateful and began to act more like an old soul that he was. What happened to the demented demon horse that was Cryptic? This was just a crazy old loon trapped inside the body of a young horse. He did things that made no sense and talked to horses that were not there. Reaper had plenty of chances to kill him in the years that he followed him, but he waited. Then one day, Cryptic walked away from the herd. Where was the old coot going? So Reaper did what he did best, he followed.
That was when he ended up here. He thought the old loon had come here, but his scent was not in this land. But yet it was. He would find him and deal with him. But he needed to watch him some more. He needed to know just what the stupid stallion was up to and why he came here. But for now, Reaper would rest and graze, saving his strength to continue to follow the old loon.