Post by blackness on Aug 13, 2006 1:08:35 GMT
He was back. Back to where it had all started. A wickid grin spread 'pon his velveteens. Delicate audits flickered. he knew this terra for he had grown up here with his brother Santago. He walked forward toward where he knew the narrowest part of the river was. A quick leapt brought him across the raging rive. Trotting her made his way into the forest and he paused at the still dry dirt. An outline of an equine was in the dirt around it the weeds overgrown. nothing would ever grow in this spot again. Santago had died here.... This spot was now forever dead.
he had been gone 2 years so then body had probaly been picked clean by the birds adn the bones gnawed at by the wolves. He looked up and smiled at the irony.
Above the spot grew an ancient weeping willow it branches swaying only a foot above the ground. He must had evtered it's branches without consiously knowing. 'Murderer' the wind seemed to saw. He felt no guilt for what he had done. He walked a few more steps and looked at the ground. He was standing in the exact spot he had been when that b.itch Shear Saton had broken his ribs.
He snarled thinking of her. Why was he so obsessed? Was it because he was jelous of his older brother and only wanted her because he had her? He didn't know but that little filly would die adn the mare would be his in the end... He never lost....
He walked forward brushing the branches away with his maw and he walked back towards the river. He remembered his mother used to tell them stories od how there had been so much blood shed upstream that when she was little the river used to run red and bodies would float down the river. The river was still red but no one knew where the bodies came from.
He mother had gone to find out and 3 days later they saw her lifeless body floating down the river. Black Light had laughed at her stupidity and Santago had taken over the herd for their father had died before they were born... Or at least that was what their mother said...
He didn't care and he wasn't one to dweal on the past. This place wasn't claimed anymore and it would be a suiting palce to reunite Saton and himself... He reared squeeling to the gods telling them this land was his. Any who opposed him would die like his btother had in the arms of the weeling willow...
Name: Bloody Axe River
Description: A river runs through the land, long and the darkest depths are curled around a black silted-filled banks and goes out into a delta. The river is known as the Bloody Axe River for long ago numerous horses died in battle around the river and stained it with blood.
he had been gone 2 years so then body had probaly been picked clean by the birds adn the bones gnawed at by the wolves. He looked up and smiled at the irony.
Above the spot grew an ancient weeping willow it branches swaying only a foot above the ground. He must had evtered it's branches without consiously knowing. 'Murderer' the wind seemed to saw. He felt no guilt for what he had done. He walked a few more steps and looked at the ground. He was standing in the exact spot he had been when that b.itch Shear Saton had broken his ribs.
He snarled thinking of her. Why was he so obsessed? Was it because he was jelous of his older brother and only wanted her because he had her? He didn't know but that little filly would die adn the mare would be his in the end... He never lost....
He walked forward brushing the branches away with his maw and he walked back towards the river. He remembered his mother used to tell them stories od how there had been so much blood shed upstream that when she was little the river used to run red and bodies would float down the river. The river was still red but no one knew where the bodies came from.
He mother had gone to find out and 3 days later they saw her lifeless body floating down the river. Black Light had laughed at her stupidity and Santago had taken over the herd for their father had died before they were born... Or at least that was what their mother said...
He didn't care and he wasn't one to dweal on the past. This place wasn't claimed anymore and it would be a suiting palce to reunite Saton and himself... He reared squeeling to the gods telling them this land was his. Any who opposed him would die like his btother had in the arms of the weeling willow...
Name: Bloody Axe River
Description: A river runs through the land, long and the darkest depths are curled around a black silted-filled banks and goes out into a delta. The river is known as the Bloody Axe River for long ago numerous horses died in battle around the river and stained it with blood.