Post by Butterfly on Mar 31, 2009 15:34:24 GMT -5
The Warrior...
This was the stallion. The one who'd endured it all. The one who'd survived. He'd been through it and it was finished. This stallion was a menace, a devil, a demon. Or maybe the demon possesed him. Either way, he was huge, and you wouldn't want to be in his way. He reared and snorted, and pawed the ground, he sniffed the air and tasted it with his lips. Fresh meat, I presume.
This was Warrior. This was the sixteen hand mustang. The bay with scars over his legs and back, even his stomach. He'd been beaten and abused by his own herd, but here he was, and that just making him stronger. He was Warrior. As, he was one too. He reared, his coat shining glossy, from the rays of the sun beating down on him. He shook his black mane. His amber eyes search quietly. This was Warrior. The one who gave no mercy. He'd endured, and he expected every other horse to as well.
Warrior walked, in a strong proud gait. He neighed loud, and threatening. He raised his head high, this was his from now, he would defeat the little colt whom possessed it. He was a striking stallion, and he was not to be messed with. He was not going to move, so if they had to rough it out here, so be it. Warrior watched, and waited. He had a smirk wraped aronud his face, and he was waiting for that certain moment.
He reared and kicked up. He nieghed loud. His voice boomed and echoed over the lands, like a bomb. "Little colt, little colt! Come out, come out and face me! Do you dare disobey an elder? Come and face me, oh little colt. I would say 'don't be afraid' but I'd be lying." He hissed, through his teeth. Oh he loved this, and whoever owned this, he'd get, oh he'd get good.
He wanted it, and nothing would stop him. Warrior took a prancing step and had a look on his face that said 'Come and face me if you dare'. Oh yes, he was confident. Maybe he was dying in the brains, but oh he wouldn't care. If his scars cracked open and bled until he died, he'd feel he'd done something, as long as he had this land.
Warrior narrowed his eyes and walked quietly, he was on the prowl, oh boy he was looking. The colt was hiding from him, he wanted him. He'd fight and kill, if he had to. He wasn't one to kill, but if he had to, he would. The stallion bent his head down for a quick snack, and he looked up to make sure he wasn't being watched.
...Has Come Home...