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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    Go Ahead. Walk the other way.(Any, Kingdoms)
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    Blayd

    He was Chaos at it's worst. He could take a heart of a women and easily crush it to billions of shards and, never would all those pieces be found. He took a women like a dog took a bitch, loving and satisfied as any mare would be with him, he would soon end it in a matter of seconds. Crushing all of their dreams and desires in one huge sweep. Children? Hell no. He had none. No way in hell would he have children, he was never satisfied with the taste of mares. He wasn't a rapist. No he was something much worse, a virus. He caught all eyes of mares, he was your practical dream boy. He could begin as a day dream and become a women's worst nightmare. He was your classic bad-ass heartbreaker.

    Cinder body swayed, as he boss-walked through the field catching glances and brief eye contact with multiple mares. Navy pools searched for those he could easily crush in seconds, as multiple mares kept throwing flirty glances in his direction. The field was supposed to be a place where you could find your "perfect home". For most it meant the immense amount of stallions patrolling the lot searching for herd whores to join their little flock. To others it meant, recruiting to move up the ranks in there glorious kingdoms. But please, lets be honest here he wasn't looking for just some kingdom, he was looking for the kingdom.

    Something that would satisfy his needs, where he could have fun when he wanted to. Surely there had to be some place like that out there, right? His intentions weren't exactly evil, nor were they good, they were more for pleasure. 

    Smokey lobes swiveled, to the chattering rough and soft voices of both sex. Combined, all the voices seemed to override each other causing some to be louder than others, as horrible vocal chords clashed in unison everyone would pause for a second then continue their conversation. What kind of hell hole was this place? 

    Snorting, in slight annoyance the smokey boy sauntered over to a corner, at least he would have a bit of quiet and peace over here. Lordy was it always so chaotic? Shifting his body, to further analyze exactly how crowded it was. It allowed his nebula dorsal stripe to hit the sun allowing a glare for brief seconds, that soon fluttered away. Dark blue iris's shortly conclude after a brief glance around, that the place is crowded as much as the depths of tartarus was crowded with beasts. Why were there so many equine out and about? And did this many really are in need of homes?

    What the hell, the place was like a massive sea of horses all crowded in little groups arguing and persuading each other. Surely he would soon become on of those horses that he thought so little of, and soon he will be in their place recruiting for some kingdom in order to move up in the ranks. All he had to do right now was wait, and wait. And then, they would come to him.

    Oh, I'm sorry. Your tone implies that I'm actually supposed to care.
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    Go Ahead. Walk the other way.(Any, Kingdoms) - by Blayd - 12-10-2015, 06:08 PM



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