I'll be waiting here,
without you.
& Your all wrong,
I'm trying to give you a
chance, but you've
never given me the that
chance.
One after another, daggers crackled along the dry beaten path up the
mountain, the dark ebony steeds muscles were loose and ready. Seven
years had gone by since the time of the young brutes birth though you
could see his youth, there was wisdom behind his cold aqua crystalines.
Scars aligned his hide from past battles, one particle scar a long gash at
his sleek neck from a battle with poltrgeist. It was true that he had lost to
the much older, experience and larger brute but he was young, foolish and
less experienced with almost half the knowledge had had gained now.
Though his pride, cockiness and tantalizing days were well over he
was detirmened to be seen on this battlegrounds a winner and not a
defeated young colt like his last battle upon the grounds.
The war had done a great deal of growing up, his ways had changed and
his useless days of killing all in his way was over. He wasn't a merciless
killer anymore, but a scholar and also one who believed only the strong
should live upon theses majestic valleys and if that meant ridding the world
of hoofbeat of worthless weaklings then so be it. His heart was still
cold though, and feelings were something unknown to him his only feelings
were that of with his partner and heirs. Though know expresions or
motions wer made to show his care for his 'family' they knew well
how a beast as cold hearted as himself could find a soft spot with them.
His crown showed a lone white spot hiding beneath tendrals of onyx,
his crystaline pools looked up to see the widespread of hard rock. Not
even a speck of living organism could be found upon these dry hard
lands. Crimson blood lay upon the grounds from past battles, where
blood was shed which usually was always; no bloodshed, then no battle.
The steeds curved auds sleeked back upon his scull as the thoughts of
his last battle made connections once more. Never again would he
be as so arrogant as to loose land again. He was detirmened and ready
and their was no going back, as if he had any thoughts what so ever
about returning like a weak foal back to his dam was in his mind.
Fear wasn't something he knew, yet a hint of fear of loss of a terrain
his crown wanted was settled deep into his cranium.
His hide stopped in the middle of the flat rock bed, auds pricked now and
eager, "Present yourself, Rogan. I am waiting patiently." He spoke
calm and collected as his pools looked around himself. The brute was
not to be seen quite yet.
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