I Have Come To Take Back What Is Mine...

[Spitz]

Isabelle strode happily across the rocky lands "oops, I forgot to say were we will be battling" she laughed walking up the rocky path and onto a platform which was just wide enough to fit herself. She stepped onto the stone and smiled but then laughed and galloped back down the path and onto the rocks below. She laughed again "only joking, I couldn't fight him there" she said and then stood happily by a huge lake.

The water glistened and Isabelle stood happily, waiting for her opponent to arrive. She hoped that she would win and anyway, she learned from watching the one, the only...Dazeedo. Everything seemed to beam down on the mare, the sun shone on the back of her neck and the water lapped over the edge and slightly on her hooves. She would rip his throat out as soon as she got the chance and he would lie, wounded forever, on the stone ground dying. Her arabian blood ran through her, making her graceful with every step she took and she was proud that her mother had found another arabian so she would have pure blood and not be a dingy little crossbreed like the ones Don't Blink produces.

Isabelle had heard her mother had produced the foal of this thing of her horse and she snorted. Her half-brother, yes she loved to emphisise the fact he was her half, was a horrible little crossbreed and his father was the one who turned his sister and mother out into the wild. Isabelle still wondered why her mother had produced the foal, for power maybe? but she was sure it wasn't out of love. She opened her kissers and let her voice cry out to the wind "hurry up Don't Cry?, I want to fight".

The voice trailed off and she smiled but couldn't help feeling scared as this was her first battle. She remembered what her mother said when she was a filly and it kept on playing in her mind "now now honey, take on their ways and when you have grown take Freedom Valley as your own" played in her head and she was happy to be hearing her mother's voice again.

Her mind played of when she was in Dazeedo's herd and her golden eyes pricked with tears as she remembered the day her mother left her. She wished her mother was here right now and she would help her out but her mother was nowhere to be seen and she knew her mother was probably with her brother so she decided not to kill Blink, for her brother's sake. Her tail was blowing lightly in the breeze, swaying like fine silk. She loved every part of her body and loved her tail best as it was so elegant and that was what made her a prime target for wranglers as she was one of the best arabians ever.

Isabelle was so bored waiting for Don't Blink so she walked into the lake and dipped her neck underwater. Her pelt would be wet and she was happy as that meant a worse grip on her skin. She took a gasp of air and dived under the water and saw the fish rapidly swimming away from her. As she kicked back up she got a peice of seaweed wrapped around her leg and she struggled free. Air filled her lungs as she breathed in when she had returned to the surface and she hurried back to shore where it was dry and less dangerous.

The mare lied down on the grass and panted. She caught back her breath and stood up to watch the horizon for the familier shape of a horse, her opponent. She was about to turn away when she saw something moving in the distance, a horse, so she let out a shrill neigh to call them over and fast. Isabelle danced about, she was happy to finally fight so she quickly thought over her tactics in her head. She sung softly and then ended with four words "you are going down"

[fearless.]

The sun beat down unforgivingly on the stallion's sleek coat as he jogged through the trees and over rocks. His gray and black pelt shimmered under the sun's rays as he moved quickly across the ground. A light breeze toyed softly with his mane and tail, causing them to have a messy look. His muscles rippled underneath his skin. He was ready to fight, even if his opponent was a mare.

Don't Blink couldn't believe that Cascada's daughter, Isabelle, would even have the nerve to challenge him. She was just a little foal when he took the land called Freedom Valley. He had promised not to hurt her, but she was asking for it by challenging him for his home. He could care less what happened to the fiesty Arabian. He hated her and her mother. Even though Cascada had produced him with a fine young colt...he hated her guts.

Blink's mind wandered to his son as he trotted along. The little Dagger would be Isabelle's half sister...did she even know? Why would she take away her brother's home? He would do whatever he could to protect his son...he would train him to be just as powerful as his father. Nobody would take him down...not even the little mare Isabelle.

The wind started to pick up as he neared the place of battle. She never really specified where, but he had a good idea of where to find her. Mares never liked to fight in closed spaces. They always chose the more open areas so they could run. He knew exactly how their little minds worked.

Blink closed his eyes against the harsh wind as he pushed onward. A storm was brewing...perfect fighting weather. He hoped to leave a scar on the mare...that would make her remember him. If he spares her, that is..

The stag jolted forward as a clash of lightning raced across the sky. Perfect...he could easily take her down in this weather. His vision blurred slightly as a mist of rain began to fall. It wasn't too hard, but it was enough to effect their fighting skills. Hopefully the young mare wouldn't know how to fight in these conditions. That would give Blink a better chance at getting that scar. Did he want one across the chest? Or better yet, across the face? He would have it figured out before they fought.

Blink slowed to a walk as he heard Isabelle singing. A smirk encompassed his maw as he watched the unsuspecting mare. She had no idea what she was throwing herself into. He let out a shrill whinny and loped towards her confidently. He skidded to a stop about 10 yards away from her and spat at her feet. "Hello, Isabelle. I remember when you were just a pathetic little filly. How I spared your life..." He flashed an evil grin and stomped his hoof angrily.

His voice hardened as he spoke, "Have you met your brother? Illusional Dagger...a fine colt right there. Could kick your tail any day. He has my blood running through his veins." He bared his teeth, "You see? Thats the difference between you and me. You think you are a dark and powerful, but you're really not. Dagger has me in him and he's gonna be evil and make me proud. He's gonna kill you if I don't." He pinned his ears at her and flicked his whipcord in her direction. "Are you ready?"

His lyrics rolled off his tongue like ice. "No...you are going down. Any last words before you die?"