Post by Lily <3 on Apr 24, 2015 16:40:31 GMT -5
Lilian
She stood speechless as she watched the mighty stallion’s wrath. He killed that mare in a snap second. In her shock she protested with a hearty whinny, rising onto her back legs she kicked at the air in disgust. From this angle, she could see Rajah had witnessed his own mother’s death, a terrible, mind shattering event for the little one. Her heart broke for him, as she watched the despair flood his eyes. She wished she could do more for the colt; she could avenge his mother, but in the process kill herself. She would have Hunter’s blood one day, and his mare Mutiny- they were just as dreadful as each other. Black creatures of death, this place was perfect from them, but nobody else in the world would ever match their level of arrogance or thirst for blood.
Her eyes lingered a little longer, as the great obsidian stallion brushed Bellagio aside with a sweep of his colossal maw. Something in her chest lurched forward. She had a deep hatred for both stallions, but in a fight she would prefer Bellagio won- she would have an easier time twisting his mind. Hunter had obviously gone to a place of no return, his mind utterly consumed by the mad monster that rampaged through him. Her gaze flicked to Melody, her jaw clicked in frustration, she would happily dismember that mare’s features as quickly as Hunter had dismembered Pepper. She felt hatred deeper than hers for both Bellagio and Hunter toward the russet mare. What?! She was running away? Lilian couldn’t help but let out a booming laugh, in light of everything, that mare was still a coward.
Her gaze darkened as she looked upon Tank, out of the corner of the eye she saw Uheri fleeing with Scarlett and the other mares. Good, at least they were safe. She looked at her friend with a face of mixed emotions, they were not out of the woods yet, Hunter was still stalking the lands in a bloodthirsty rage, and it they were to come across him there was a good chance their own blood would end up scattered with Pepper’s. She lifted her muzzle and rested it gently on Tank’s cheek for a moment, nuzzling at him childishly
“You’re going to hate me. I think I might hate me too…” she turned sharply with no more of an explanation.
She trotted briskly over to Bellagio, and snorted in his face ensuring he was alive. The black Arab raised his head to see whether it was Hunter back to finish it off, when he saw it was Lilian he lashed out at her face, snapping his teeth as she drew closer to him. With a powerful kick from her front leg to his shoulder, she silenced his jibbing. “You’re alone Bellagio. Melody has left you, you’re herd will abandon you when you return after they learn of your mare’s sacrifice. You’re coming with me. You either come under force or willingly- I don’t care. We don’t have time to discuss it any further. Get up. Now”. She pawed at the ground around the stallion’s head until he rose. Blood was trickling from a wound that crossed over his left eye, he could barely open it. Lilian would be surprised if he would ever be able to see from that side again. If he were anybody else he would pity him, and that pathetic look that had befallen his face. “Walk” she ordered, ushering him between herself and Tank. He took a few feeble steps, his legs shaking, he looked at her helplessly. I will not give you sympathy, Stallion. She nipped at his flank, and kicked up a cloud of dust behind them as the three horse lords cantered towards the Arabian Desert.
Bellagio
The stallion screamed, and it occurred that it was leaving his lips. He had been stuck. Pain exploded in his left eye, he couldn’t see. His sight was shattered by darkness. His lips were dry, and ears were ringing. What had happened? Where was Melody, his love? His mind screeched at him, clawing away at his memories, as the ringing bellowed at him. Pepper’s blood, everywhere, her throat had been ripped out spread over the sand. He had felt love for that mare, and Melody had, had her slaughtered. She had known what was to happen, he had known in his heart, but still to see it happen it shattered him. Why was he still able to think? Wasn’t he dead? He would rather be dead than this pain. Who was that nuzzling at him? Lilian. That mare. “Ow!” he snarled at the Arab mare, baring his teeth and looking to grab a bite of any part of that pretty little head.
He could barely hear anything she was saying, Melody gone? She had run away… he had left her. The pain he had felt before was nothing to what had just hit him in his chest. He was torn-broken. He was pushed to his hooves. He didn’t care now; he supposed he was Lilian’s prisoner. He would be taken to Ranger and killed under his hoof, it didn’t matter. He didn’t care. His head bowed, he rose on shaky pins. He turned his head to look out of his good eye, and caught sight of the ivory stallion. How ironic, it was Tank, they had all been in the situation before where Melody had fled when the going got tough. That was Melody though, beautiful, honest, caring and a complete and utter coward. How had he fallen in love with her? He knew her tendencies, he knew her. And yet, gullible as he was he had fallen for her again.
Mutiny
She hadn’t been there for the action, though she had heard the screams. Hunter had killed again, and he would be on his way to her anytime now to assert his dominance in other ways. That was always the case after a kill. Sometimes it would befall another mare, but in this case with all his enemies crawling the land, she suspected it would be her who got the brut trauma of his anger. Unless he had decided to meet his beloved Aria, she sneered at the thought of the petty little mare. For a moment, her mothing instinct took hold of her, she pleaded that Futility hadn’t been caught up in the fray. She trotted for about half a mile down the shore of the island, searching for her daughter and soon enough she saw the recognisable features of her daughter standing next to Titian and that little bay bag of bones. She was safe, who she was with, did not concern her.
She turned and walked back up the path she had just taken to find her daughter, she watched the setting sun fall on the landscape beyond Hunter’s island. What must life be like for somebody away from this place? Somebody that wasn’t her. She had no time to dwell on the thought for she heard the heavy breath of Hunter coming in her direction. Her head rose to meet him, she looked at him in the eye. He looked blood-crazed, never before had he looked so stricken with anger. He did not scare the mare, not even unnerve her, she was too detached for such emotions. She lowered her face towards him, moving her muzzle so it was an inch away from his “You have killed. What has happened stallion?”