[OPEN] Hurricane

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Dark enveloped him. He couldn’t see. Why couldn’t he see? He blinked his eyes several times, but the black around him was too heavy. “What…what’s happening?” The stag groaned, his left temple throbbing. He bent his head down and rubbed it along the side of his knee, trying to relieve the horrendous pain in his cranium. He cried out in agony – the pain only grew, an old wound he thought was long healed opened. Blood dripped down his temple and off his muzzle. The dripping…the sound grew, as if it was a leaky faucet…the sputtering sound of his blood grew louder, louder, louder.
“STOP!” He bellowed, begging the wretched noise to terminate. “GOD PLEASE END THIS.” Abruptly, the dripping sounds ended; a tortuous sliver of light gleamed on a malnourished chestnut body…her chest wasn’t expanding, there were no signs of life in the poor mare.
“Mom?” He crept closer. The body was covered in blood, scars, unmoving. He felt more than blood begin to trickle down his face, the dripping noise began again. “MOM?”
A devilish laugh arose from the silent blackness. “What did you do to her?” The stag screamed. “What did you do, you bastard?!”
“…me?...” The voice echoed around him. “You did this to her…”
The stag looked around him, becoming more paranoid as time went on. “I would never do something so heinous! She’s innocent!” He yelled.
“Oh….but you would…” The voice laughed. A shadow emerged from the darkness. The stallion backed away, tripping and falling to the ground with a thud. The voice came from a tall, jet-black stag, with a deep purple scar over his right eye. An evil, cold-blooded smile unfolded onto his face. The red roan cowered in fear as the stallion put a single hoof on his throat. “…I am in you…that’s why you want revenge…we are one…” He whispered into the young stag’s ear. “…you will become me…it’s only a matter of time.”
“NO!” The stag struggled under the weight of the voice. “I WILL NEVER BE YOU!” He raised his head as much as he could, spitting into the face of evil itself.
The black stallion snarled. “THEN YOU WILL BE DEAD!” He rose up on his hind legs, baring down onto the roan…
Diable Rouge was startled awake by something that had fallen on him. He quickly backed up, forgetting about the stream he had fallen asleep next to not an hour earlier. Rou slipped into the freezing creek, making a huge splash as he was submerged in the clear aqua. It took him only a moment to regain his balance and stand – he was completely soaked, mane dripping down his face and off his muzzle. He looked around to see what had startled him – simply an abandoned bird’s nest, laying broken on the ground he once slept on. Around the tree was a mare, howling with laughter, looking as if she may burst at the seams…as if this futile prank was really that funny.
Okay…it’s kind of funny. Rou thought to himself. But not funny enough to let this mare believe she actually got you good.
“Too easy,” He heard the mare snicker. “you should never let your guard down.” Rou rolled his eyes, crawling out of the stream. He shook off his pelt just close enough to soak the mare who disturbed his slumber, although he knew the nightmares would’ve woken him eventually. How stupid he must’ve looked, being fooled by such a young mare. He turned back to look at her, and was startled…she was absolutely stunning. Her golden coat shimmered in the mid-day sunlight, making her look more goddess than horse. Two beautiful white wings were clasped to her sides, begging to spread out and take flight. She stood just under Rou’s tall frame, the perfect height. Piercing hazel eyes stared at him, making him gasp in a way he never had before – she was breathtaking.
Rou had never been particularly interested in mares, not since he witnessed his mother’s passing. After that, his focus went from finding potential mates to…wait, what was it again? What were his goals again? Rou furrowed his brow in focus. How could he forget something he’d been working on his whole life, in just a mere five minutes of seeing this mare? He could not lose his brain now, he could not lose sight of what he was after.
Damn, what was he after again? This mare’s smile was so intriguing, so entrancing it made his hair stand on end. He had always found it easy to ignore other horses, to ignore mares’ sultry gazes, to ignore stallions’ disgust, but something about this one seemed to turn what was once a dead heart, into a living, breathing one. One that grew the most beautiful roses, one where colts and fillies ran free, one where he could be something other than vengeful and angry. She was like the eye in the hurricane called life.
The daydreams stopped. Diable Rouge looked down, and began to walk away. No – he could not let a pretty face do this to him. He needed to act heartless. She was the eye of a hurricane, but Rou knew that this calm in his heart would soon turn to calamity once more. He mustn’t let this beauty take him down. All he knew is one thing…love always ended in pain.