Land Of The Loners

feel the pain?*

Wait until you can't feel it anymore, close your eyes and let me do my business. Your life won't last much longer so you better remember the good times now.

Have you ever smelled the stench of pure rotten evil, that just lingers around a certain equine? If not, you have now.

The golden dun's coat shimmered in the sunlight as he stepped out of the dark and leery forest, his stones thundering among the ground as he walked with pride. The big bodiced stallion smirked as the deed had been done, and blood dripped from his maw. He was a brute of much history, filled with darkness and death. No other equine could ever own his soul as he was owned by himself, never to show feeling to or for any other equss, even a fea. Sure, the brute could pretend to be full of feelings, love, and happiness, but only when he wanted to charm a mare into his clutches just to forcebreed later on. It was his way of life, cold and heartless.

As quickly as the sun danced around his coat, it left as he dove back into the darkness and cover of the oak trees and evergreens around him. His long black mane lapped at his neck as he moved forward toward his current objective, water. Soon he halted, dipped his maw toward the sky and inhaled deeply taking in the equines scents around him, if they were close enough. Quickly he dropped his head and snorted under his breath "no victims". Disappointed he once again picked up his charcoal black hooves and walked on to his favorite drinking hole.
Around a few trees and there is was, the water glistening, clear and tasty. The stag walked right in, his black legs covered in the cool liquid, it felt refreshing. As he dipped his maw down into the water you could see the blood wash from it and disappear in the stream. Once he was satisfied he raised his head and stood there, enjoying the cool water, just waiting for something interesting to happen next, his next victim.

-Doc is what he is called, but most equine know not of his name, but of his coat and reputation. Hopefully you won't be 'graced' with his presence

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all you need is a little faith, trust AND PIXIE DUST ♥ Dappling spots, changing to white in the sun's blinding rays. A beautiful bodice, covered with a pelt of pure beauty with only one scar, cutting through her almost perfect flesh without a pattern. A sweet, velvety scream pushes through her vocal chords, echoing throughout the land. Her silver lips pull into a mischievous smirk, revealing her pearly teeth, which glistened under the sun. With dark eyes twinkling, the dove moves, body full of ease and grace that only experienced dancers could have. Her name was Pixie, and she definitely flaunted what she was graced with. She truly was a beautiful mare, and she knew that too. With flirting as an expertise, she knew her way into a stallion's mind, and she was surely smart and clever with it too. She stopped in her tracks, reaching the perfect spot to feel the warmth of the sun's rays cover all of her silver pelt. She was happy, and for once, she felt happy to be alone, with the only the warmth of the sun to keep her company. ♥

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feel the pain?*

Wait until you can't feel it anymore, close your eyes and let me do my business. Your life won't last much longer so you better remember the good times now.

The dun stallion was just stepping out of the water when he heard a glorious sound ring out over the area. A devious smile was quickly planted across his face as dreamy thoughts danced through his sick mind. He was already beginning to picture how this mare looked. Of course knowing his horrible luck lately, she would be of pure blood, but still pures still were good looking, they just had horrible twisted-sweet minds. Something he absolutely hated. Though he always looked that over if he was in the mood for some loving action. Today, he wasn't so sure, but would absolutely love a good company to pass the time.
/Lets see how much I could toy with this one/
He told himself in his mind.

Enough thinking, more doing.

With those thoughts, he trotted off. His bodice was massive, muscles ripped though every inch of his pelt, don't let his long mane and good looks fool you, this stag was purely rotten to the core. Though, he had a fun and charming side too that he would usually pull out to gain trust of other equines, or mares, before he slaughtered them or his personal favorite, forcebred them. The valleys from here to the pures were littered with his offspring. Some he truly hated, as they didn't turn out with his envious tastes, but others were just as bad as he.

He kept to a brisk trot until he could smell the sweet scent of the mare getting closer. Devious smile still planted on his lips until his brain struck a thought and he decided to roll with it. Quickly instead of stabbing the ground with his stones he lightened his steps and drew a smile back across his maw. This envious, was now a lost neutral stag.. haha until he captured his mare of course.

His long black mane lapped at the bottom of his frim neck while his thick black tail glided behind. There she was, his opticals caught sight of the fea, she was quite good looking and what was that? He quickly inhaled the sweet air, /Was she in heat too? Oh couldn't be, his lucky day!/
The stag was of 11 years old. Older then most other bachelor stags around, but that didn't mean he couldn't put on a good front, it only ment he was more experienced in all aspects of life. As he approached the mare his listening devices were pointed forward and his bodice relaxed. Soon, his deep vocals graced the air.
"Hello, Miss." He spoke with a small pause. "Can I be of any help to you?" Hoping she would play into his game. This mare, was a great find. Such nice features about her, and it left Doc quite excited inside.

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all you need is a little faith, trust AND PIXIE DUST ♥ Pixie took in the sun with content, her legs in a perfect rectangle and the wind slightly pushing her silver mane and tail around the air. Soon, a scent crept it's way into her nostrils. "Oh good, a stallion." She whispers, a slight devious smirk covering her lips. So she waited for him, and as he approached, she turned to face him, her face still covered in a flirty smirk. "Hmm. A big boy." She thought to herself as he approached, her eyes glazing over his muscled body and face. She was definitely pleased with what she saw, and soon she felt her stomach tighten with excitement, chills running down her body. She lifted her silver tail up even more than she lays it naturally, being an Arab, and releases a sweet scent from inside of her, snorting with content. Time to start with the games. Ignoring his question, she started off with her own off-topic words, hoping to leave his mind in a blur of a whirling mess of confusion. "It's sad. To think this land could be barren and deserted, covered in bloodshed and death. Isn't it, fine sir?" She asks, forcing an innocent smile upon her lips and slightly winking at him in return. Her silver legs started moving, taking her around the brute, circling him like a bird and it's prey. Eyeing him up and down, her tail lifted and ears slightly perked, her voice grew deeper, contained more meaning, more depth. Though she forced it, she was quite an excellent actress. "You see, I don't think of all misery but of the beauty that still remains." She states, flicking her tail softly across his face flirtatiously. She stopped beside him, revealing her dark brown eyes, a hint of a twinkle of amusement in them, to hold his gaze. ♥

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lucie from btn

feel the pain?*

Wait until you can't feel it anymore, close your eyes and let me do my business. Your life won't last much longer so you better remember the good times now.

The mare, she was just so flirtatious. The way she stood and moved. Doc wanted so badly to just nab her as his right then and there, but decided to play into her game a bit first.

Surely, her game would get him all riled up inside as she lifted her tail and released her sweet mare's scent. His nares flared rather quickly as he stamped the ground before him with his right front charcoal hoof and flicked his long black tail behind him. The scent was oh so satisfying and making him want her even more. /She surely knows how to play this game./ his mind spoke to him.
He stood there as he heard her mention something, but all he could understand was "Barren, bloodshed, death." The rest was all a mumbo jumbo of mind games to him. Though he didn't let it bother him and just continued to watch the mare, it was such a lovely sight, she was teasing him horribly.

He remained quiet, didn't answer her first question as it mostly confused him more then anything. Silly mares, always acting so highly educated. He watched her with his deep dark brown eyes as she circled him. It was almost like a dance for her, so talented she was in the art of seduction. Ha, funny for once the tables were turned, and he quite enjoyed it. Maybe, just maybe this mare was of envious blood. /Oh how perfect that would be/ Doc thought happily to himself.
Finally, the mare spoke up again her tone deeper this time, more assertive. This time, something about beauty, not misery. Again, leaving the dun stallion confused, yet this time he delt with it however he could.
"Ahh. A very confident mare we have here. No doubt, you've at least got the looks to back all the flirting. Very appreciated." He spoke in a deep tone, yet very normal for his everyday speech.
With that he dipped his head around to look at her by his side. Her silvery pelt gleamed in the suns rays as he looked over the mare while picking up his stones to turn and face her.
"So, pretty girl." he said with a small sneer. "How are you out here then, in these barren lands all alone?" So tempting, oh so tempting she was to him. His nares still enlarged as every breath he took reminded him of what he wanted oh so badly.

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all you need is a little faith, trust AND PIXIE DUST ♥ The mare grinned, a satisfied smirk covering her face as she watched the brute stomp the ground and swish his tail before her. She couldn't help but think what would happen if this stud was Envious, but for right now, she didn't really care, to be honest. She was having way too much fun watching the reaction of this stallion and eyeing his nervous quirks. A small, childish giggle escaped from her vocal chords, knowing her game got to the brute when he didn't respond to her question. It was either that, or he found her amusing and stupid, only playing into her games for fun. Either way, Pix found enjoyment in it. 'You've at least got the looks to back all the flirting. Very appreciated' Pix giggled once again at this remark, feeling even more confident and satisfied with herself. She continued circling, though slower, moving her body gracefully around him, almost in slow-motion. Her silver tail trailed across his muscled body, leaving a content smirk on her gray lips. "Who ever said I was flirting?" She spoke in a sarcastic, velvety tone, eyeing the stallion before her with a hint of laughter in her eyes. She stopped once again beside him as he spoke again. The mare smirked at his response, knowing she could answer the question in different ways, and not knowing what the brute would do if she answered it 'incorrectly' to him. She glanced around the place with deep brown eyes, her mind a thoughtful train running on tracks. She cleared her throat quickly, throwing confidence in her voice and speaking loud and clear. "Same reason as you I suppose. I am a loner, and I'm looking for others, possibly a herd of some sort. Unless you are not looking for a herd, and you just want my blood." The end of the sentence grew menacing, the tone of her voice deepening and growing quiet. She eyed the brute carefully, a hint of anger in her eyes, ready to escape if he said he was Envious. She knew this wasn't the best of her tests she had put on others, but it was the only one she could think of as of the moment. She stood with her legs locked, tail down, and head held high. She had to be defensive. It was the only way to ensure her safety with this stranger, and keep her from experiencing her horrible past with Envious blood once again. ♥

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The Dun stallion kept his face expressionless. Doc watched as she grew defensive tucked her tail underneath her and stood tall he listened to the words that she spoke and in his mind knew that he was envious but he didn't want her blood. No Doc wanted something else. The stallion moved across the front of her. He enjoyed the company of this mare but he still wasnt searching for a pure blood mare to breed anymore. He had enough reject foals for now. No. Now he wanted the baddest most pure rotten mare he could find. That mare then would be his. He would create the single most powerful foal ever. That foal would grow up by docs side. He would learn every move doc had... a protege so to speak. His very own flesh and blood doing everything he did. The idea was perfect now he just had to put it into play but this mare wasnt his golden ticket. With a sigh he answered back to the mare his voice reassuring.
"Oh there pixie. Why would you think such a thing of me?"
He pasued and slightly smiled.
" no i am not envious and i wont hurt you."
The expression on his face was the final seller. He had lied so good it was crazy. However the whole thing wasnt a lie. Yes he was dark blooded but he didnt want to hurt this mare. Sure his stallion side wanted her but he held himself back this wasnt the mare who would carry his superfoal and right now thats what he was interested in finding. That mare.

Suddenly. The stocky dun stag paused. His nares caught the feint whiff of two other equines. First a stallion and the the sweet scent of mare filled his nares. A devious smile grew across his velvety maw as he turned his head towards the left woods, where the scent was drifting from. He could barelt make out the shadows of two figures lurking in the dead trees. This truely would be his lucky day if the mare turned out to be envious. He snickered under his breath and started to walk a few steps toward the figures. However he paused after a few steps and decided all the great taticts playing in his head werent really great after all. Once again instead of going for the kill or breeding, his best bet would be to wait paciently and pretend he was of pure or neutral heart. The envious would have to be buried deep inside him for a little longer while he grew aquianated with these new horses. Until they trusted him at least. His maw opened as his voice beamed out kindly.
"Hello there. I see you guys down in the woods. Its ok pixie and i wont bite."
The perfect storm was brewing. Doc couldnt be more excited...


Ooc. Caru next typing on phone sorry...

Caru kept his stance in front of bri. As the figure moved closer
To him he kept still, he too could only make out the shadow of the stallion through the trees. He couldnt be too cautious with all the dark blooded horses roaming around. However the scent of the mare threw him off the only because smelling a mare with a stallion usually ment they werent envious. Envious stallions usually had a whole band of mares not just one.
He shook his head and paused as he heard the stallions voice ring. Listening devices perked as he took in his words saying that he would not hurt them but still his instincts told him to be cautious. He thought over everything that could go down. Anyway it worked out he still was curious to meet the other horses. Caruso's hooves were put in motion as he walked forward towards the other two horses. He turned his head to bri and motioned her to follow, this was a giant risk but one he wanted to take only because they had already beeb caught and he was a stag to face his problems not run from them. This time he only hoped he wasnt putting bri in danger.
Caruso kept moving forward until he peaked out from the forest and into the small clearing where the other two horses were standing. The other stallion was dun in color with a long black mane and tail, he seemed alright but some feeling in the air made caruso on high alert. The stag could also tell that the mare was at the end of her heat cycle. Caruso kept to himself as he joined tge group standing farther away from the dun stag and closer to the mare. It was starting to get darker outside and this wasnt quite the place he wanted to be trapped in during the night. He left enough room behind him for bri to comfortably stand.
Soon enough his deep voice broke the silence.
"And you are?."
He spoke. Words referring to the stallion. Shortly he changed his attention to the mare and addressed her next.
"Hello miss."
His words were short but he was being extremely cautious right now it was his job to protect bri..

Really bad replies. Sorry guys. Trying to type off my phone. I hope to be online soon.. sorry

Tagged: Emily Rorulent. *Rider Kristen Notes: Intro for Zakiun Ruh Words: 604

Zakiun Ruh || Under the bright sun, birds chirped and critters chattered as the day rolled on silently. The silence was then only broken by a soft beat humming in the background that slowly grew in amplitude. Starting off, it was a very faint beat that could be confused as the rhythm of a baby’s pulse and the sound continued to rise in amplitude as every second passed. Remains of the gentler echo would barely fade into the unseen void before a new timbre would resonate in the ears of those listening, soon to lay their eyes on the creator of these beats. || As he passed by all the birds scattered and the critters hid, being slightly shaken by the vibrations made with his lower extremities. The animal raced over the non-challenging land with the wind whipping against his stout bodice. Lashing his cream coloured mane and the sides of his frame, but this did not faze the male. He only continued on the unseen path of dried Earth, breaking the silence of the tranquil day and letting the gales do what they want. This was the pattern until he encountered the scents of those he sought, other equine. Each step after that decreased in dynamic level as he ended his gallop, breaking into a light canter, then a soft lope to a quiet jog, and finally, to a lax walk. It was not long after peering through the barren land of naked trees that he set eyes on the others of this desolate acreage. There were four, two being female and two being male. Of what faction they each were though, he did not know nor could he tell from that distance. Their voices were barely audible so he did not know the current conversation but that mattered not to the Cremello, he still made trek towards the group of equine. || Based off the land, his colour would not camouflage him well so he did not attempt to hug the shadows or trudge over a more earthy terrain. Light, almost pale colours simply did not blend well in most natural settings but they basked underneath the Sun, giving off a glow that could not be replicated. This type of shone was displayed by the stallion’s coat as he came closer to the others, observing the each of their physical attributes briefly. The dun stallion seemed to be the tallest of the group and probably the oldest, although, he still had looks of a younger male. The Perlino Rabicino Overo stallion was next in height, built stocky but somehow had a different demeanor than the dun stallion. Next in height was the mare with champagne patches, which was an uncommon color to have, and then the dapple grey mare was shortest of the four. Although, something about her seemed mischievous in one way or another, but since the Cremello was technically the stranger in this group, he put the premises to the side and find out their truth first-hand. || This is how he was when meeting others for the first time. Absorbing the full picture of that being that was best provided, but perhaps he only did this because of how he was raised. His sire and dam did well to always teach the Cremello about the balance of all that is a part of life. Growing up with that mindset became a stallion of curiosity and understanding while still forming his own opinion. However, sometimes this would be a “problem” for others to handle because it gave rise to his impartial emotions. This was just who he was though, and who he was, was Zakiun Ruh. made by abby of i'm so curious

feel the pain?*

Wait until you can't feel it anymore, close your eyes and let me do my business. Your life won't last much longer so you better remember the good times now.

This was all becoming too much for Doc. His stallion senses were tingling as the second mare came into view. He wanted to badly to capture and run off with one of them, yet he held his cool as best as he could. His weight shifted as he stood and the Perlino stallion watched him. The other stag was clearly protecting the mare and those were always the best ones to force breed, the mares who had a special someone in their life. Denying the mates or other stallions of the mare was a prize he loved taking so much, he could do it every day and night. A small devious smile peaked though his lips as again his charcoal stones shifted. He already had so many soft and reject foals out there though. Now, he really wanted on super super bad colt to come from his boiling blood. Though he wasn't sure he'd be able to hold off his temptation of the Champange paint mare much longer.
The grey mare he had been talking to was always a good candidate as well, but she was too easy for the taking. The fact that this Perlino stallion was guarding the other mare made the conditions just right to bore one of his foals. A slight devious smile peaked from his maw as his brain thought of all the envious things he could do to all three of these equines.
He heard the Perlino then speak up to him, his listening devices attentive.
/Who are you/. He spoke as Doc comprehended him and conjured a devious answer back.
"Well, wouldn't you like to know, Mr 20 questions?"
Doc was a bit of a smart ass usually, his main goals in life were to treat others like the insignificant equines they were, to kill prized leads, and to drop as many foals on the ground as he could taking a mares innocence and leaving stallions heartbroken and angry. All of these things satisfied the stallions tastes to the fullest.
However, Doc noticed the Perlino stallion was quite nice to Pixie, saying hello miss to her. His brain switched on and hoped the other stag wasn't trying to woo Pixie, because then maybe it ment he wouldn't fight as hard to keep Doc away from the mare he was guarding.
A good fight for a mare was one of his best pleasures.
Though, there he stood as another scent entered his nares, yet another stag.. Man could he catch a break today and get flooded with mares instead? two horses were enough, 3 was a party but a fourth, that was overboard. He kept his face expressionless now, he didn't want to give off the envious vibe quite yet. That was all to be unleashed later, at the right moment.
As the cremello horse entered the small group he looked him over, just the vibe Doc caught was of pure heart, but then again it seemed like a good fraction of all horses he met were always pure or mixed blooded. Go figure.
Though, he just stood there, didn't say a word. He would let everything unfold before him and then make his move that the opportune moment.

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Brigid was happy to meet other’s, but Caruso nervous and protective demeanor was making her uneasy. She was not one to usually be nervous around others, unless a stallion gave her a bad vibe or looked at her with evil intents. The she would run for it, because it was not like she could put up a good fight. She was a kind creature at heart, and that last thing she ever wanted to do was inflict pain upon another.

The champagne paint mare stayed close to her perlino protector, brown eyes fixated on the two unknown equine before them. The grey mare, being the smallest of the group, seemed like she would be nice and did not seem to offer up any type of threat. The dun stallion though, with his gaze and small smirks, she didn’t trust him. An uneasy feeling was building up in the mare and she didn’t like it, she just wanted to get away from the other stallion’s watchful eye. The way he looked at her, it just spelt out bad news.

Caruso’s protective demeanor and stance relaxed her and made her feel better though, a big and stocky stallion like him was bound to offer good protection. It still surprised her though, they had just met and he had no idea what he was facing. What this stallion they had just met could do to him, all because he was protecting some mare he barely knew. She would not complain, she was thankful for his protection if she needed it. And if she did not, at least it would deter others who had thoughts about hurting her.

Bri was staying a bit behind Caruso, her head by his shoulder when another stallion showed himself. The creamello stallion looked much friendlier and less intimidating than the dun, and that relaxed her slightly. Though it was not enough to keep her here, but the desire to stay with Caru a little longer kept her hooves still. She flicked her tail, hitting the back of Caru’s legs, hoping he would understand that she just wanted to get out of here. For some reason she did not feel right, something was telling her she needed to leave.

Her listening devices perked up when she heard the dun stallion speak, but his smart words made her ears flick back a little. “His name is Caruso, and I am Brigid,” She murmured sharply, watching the dun stallion easily. She did not care for the way he talked to Caruso, and the uneasiness she felt made her slightly more prone to snapping. She found that she really did not like that stallion, he did not seem very friendly at all and it seemed that he had hidden intentions. She had been alone enough, and being a mare looking out for stallions, that she usually knew what stallions not to hang out around. And this one in front of her just seemed like the stallion you did not want to be caught alone by.

Steal my Heart

and carry it away

Caruso kept his stance next to Bri as she blurted out their names. It almost aggravated him slightly as he could grow to be a smart ass right back if that was how he was going to be treated by others. He didn't need a mare doing the talking for him. Because of that for a slight moment he thought of why he never took to staying with other loners much. He'd usually much rather be on his own. However, as quickly as the thought cross his mind, it passed. He now was with Bri for a bit more travels as he didn't want it to quite end here. He stamped his hoof upon the ground in annoyance however and just seemed to endlessly glare at the dun stallion before him. He had rubbed Caruso the wrong way and the stallion had instantly lost all respect for him. Speaking up, his vocals rung.
"There she told you. Since you won't tell me your name, I'll give you one. How's old man sound to you?"

Caruso's vocals were twined with anger as he spoke. You could obviously tell the dun was older then everyone there. He had more battle scars then a old herd lead and his mane had a few grey twines in it that were ever so slightly starting to be able to get noticed. Just then Caruso felt the whip of Bri's tail against his legs and right then he noticed the creamello stallion join the group. He had been so tunnel visioned on the rude old stag that he hadn't even noticed the new comer.

Changing his tone of voice to a more kind one he spoke up to the creamello. "Hello there. Wow. We've got quite a crowd here now. So much for the term 'lone' eh?" he questioned, happily however his voice eased and not threatening.

Though as quick as his attention changed, he didn't wait for the creamello to speak back... nope. His head whipped back to glaring at the dun stag, though his listening devices still perked to detect a possible response from the new stag as well. However it wasn't too long when his mind just screamed at him to stop being a retard and leave this little gang. Numbers were nothing but problems when it came to horses, one would have to establish dominance between them and although Caruso could fight, he wasn't really up for a fight right now. Making up his mind he reached out his muzzle to nudge Bri's neck. He wanted her to follow him out of there and for her to follow close so he could keep his eyes on her and keep her protected incase any one of these equines wanted to make any sudden moves. Before he stepped away he muttered to Bri softly so only she could hear "Stay close and follow."
As he stepped away he kept his eyes on the dun, for he was the equine Caruso was most worried about. Now, it was like walking on thin ice to try and get out of there without a fight.

Words:535Tagged: Bri, Zak, Doc Notes: bad doc

made by Δ ashy of caution & shine

feel the pain?*

Wait until you can't feel it anymore, close your eyes and let me do my business. Your life won't last much longer so you better remember the good times now.

The dun stallion dropped his gaze from the Perlino for only a moment to gaze over at the grey mare he had been taunting earlier. She would be a much easier target, in heat with no one to protect her, but he couldn't help himself but want to go for the harder target. The mare who was protected by the Perlino. It would be so much more rewarding to steal a mare from a stallion and forcebreed her without any regrets. He really didn't need another foal, let alone a kind hearted or mixed blood foal, but the adrenaline he got from stealing a mare and then forcebreeding her was far too good to give up. He wanted to badly to break his cover as his gaze shifted back over to the protection pair, he wanted to just rush them, take out the Perlino and breed the Champange but he kept his cool, face still holding no expression.

As the mare spoke up he let his imagination fly while her melodic tone engulfed his listening devices. So many bad and unmentionable thoughts came to his envious head but he kept  them buried inside for now. Later, they would come to play. A half smile appeared across his maw as the stag, whom he now knew was called Caruso,, spoke.
/Old man/ rung though his head as the stags words were of rudeness. Though Doc didn't mind. He was envious anyhow, if he were pure maybe he'd run off to mommy or cry a river, but he was not. This stag was rotten to the core and nothing any horse did or said could ever bother him. He just shrugged it off and chuckled back happily.
"Hahah! Cute! I think I like it, has a nice ring to it."
Nope, there was almost never a dull moment in Doc's life, but thats how he enjoyed life, living it on the edge and just being.. him. Envious old forcebreeding, family killing Doc.
He too had completely forgotten about the creamello stag until that Caruso horse spoke up to him. He listened to the words but didn't have any sort of reaction. Though clearly, Caruso had a bug up his ass for Doc and little did he know that Doc was going to make him a very unhappy horse soon anyway.
More crazy thoughts flowed into his head as he watched Caruso nudge and whisper to Bri before they took a couple steps away. Doc couldn't help but laugh as they had no idea what they were getting into. Earlier, before he had met Pixie he had caught whiff of a envious herd forming just over the mountain from this little powwow. and now, Caruso and Bri were heading right toward them. Doc didn't bother to stop them, he only chuckled once more softly and stated
"Bon Voyage!'
He knew they would come running back when the envious got in their way, and when that happened, Doc would be waiting in the shadows to forcebreed that mare of Caruso's. Now, it was his mission to.

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-mayhem madness-

fire, dark and burning bright. bright as day, yet, gives no light. in the shadows of the night. take away immortal sight.

Mayhem stepped through the brushes,
his black pelt shining with sweat
and his nostrils flaring with heavy
breath. He knew he was in unknown
territory, but to him, that was so
much more fun, exciting, and
exhilarating. He panted with
excitement, the scent of other
equines reaching his nose and
swirling throughout his darkened
brain. A sly smirk pulled at his
scarred lips, his dark eyes glancing
around the terrain and dodging
through the forest as if in a game
of "I spy". Camouflaging within
the dark forest, he called back
to Fear and Ari, telling them to
flank him and do so silently.
Behind the trees, he watched the
other horses with content, then
snorted at Fear and Ari once
again to follow him as he stepped
past the trees and into the view
of the other equines.
"Well, well, well. What do we
have here?"
He asked, with a mischievous grin
covering his lips and a hint of
laughter and sarcasm in his deep
voice. He eyed the others, watching
their body movement in an attempt
to discover if they were light or
dark blood. He knew it was a big
chance coming here with such a small
herd, but he had to expand and
find out if there were other darks,
and wanted his army to grow, so
he could travel more and take over
all of the other lands. To him,
this was just a small step to a giant
victory and war.

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