Post by bronze on Jun 21, 2013 16:47:24 GMT -5
As night’s darkness set in overhead in the lands called Iroka, and the full moon illuminated the territory, all was quiet and still. These lands had an eerie and almost peaceful aura about them, for something new was taking place. A new chapter was being written in the chronicles of the land's history. And this all began with one single, solitary horse, whose name was Bronze. She was a horse unlike any other that had come here before, and there would never be another after her. The Friesian mare had come to make a new life for herself, and on this night she did just that.
Bronze had recently come upon the lands after a year and a half of traveling alone. She was merely two and a half when she left her first and only other herd she’d belonged to. There was an altercation that occurred after the death of Bronze’s father, and she no longer was welcome in that place. Her father’s death that was her fault…all her fault. The bloodied corpse that was once him was permanently engrained in Bronze’s mind, no matter how hard she tried to shake it. A Panther took her by surprise when she was a filly, and it all went downhill from there. She wore the scars on her dark black coat as a constant reminder of that day. The mare was just now able to climb out of the pit she’d been in. And there would be plenty more to come, that Bronze was sure of.
The Friesian equine had arrived late in the Iroka lands around sunset, and she ascertained all she could about the lands very quickly. And she’d felt right at home here. That year or so alone had corrupted her mind, telling her things that she was forced to believe. Her thoughts were her only friends and lifelines, for she trusted no one near her at this point. How could she? The ones that she’d loved and cared about so much in the past had turned away from her. They blamed her, berated her, and more importantly they made her an outcast. Bronze stayed until she could take it no longer. She was fed up with their petty antics, and she left.
As she’d walked into these lands her mind said to her, ’Lookie here what we’ve found. We would be comfortable here. This is where we belong. That place before, they cared not for us at all once their minds were made up. But we will make a name for ourselves here, we will make these ones care,’ it hissed in the mare’s head. Bronze flicked her ears on her head, and a short smile crossed her features. Iroka. That name sounded so very good to her. After she’d completed her initial inspection of the land, the mare went looking for a tasty morsel to call her own. The thought of tasting iron-like blood in her mouth made her salivate profusely. She was no mere herbivore, rather one that seeks out the lifeblood of another. A carnivore.
Bronze wandered through the lands until she came upon a more secluded spot. The lass caught a glimpse of black fur farther ahead, and her almond brown eyes lit up expectantly. Bronze’s shoulders rocked back and forth within their sockets and a low grunt of tainted happiness was produced. The mare stalked closer and closer towards the other creature until she was within viewing distance, and what she saw stopped her dead in her tracks. Another one of those wicked creatures lie in waiting. A Panther. One of the demon species that took her father away. It would not live to see another day.
Bronze didn’t hesitate or pause for more than a second, for her instincts drove her forward without her consent. If she didn’t get the upper hand on this beast, it would get to her first. That was not going to happen. A warrior-like screech tore from the throat of the banshee, and her chipped, rounded hooves were upon the cat instantly. There was a clash of paw and hoof, incisors and curved teeth. Each monster had its own weapons that readied it for battle. Normally, this fight would have been on of equal prowess and strength, however, the mare was equipped with a little more than the big cat.
Her pure deep, dark hatred for all of the feline species urged her more and more. Her sheer disgust, hurt, and pain that she’d experienced in the past released in that moment, all at once. Bronze had honestly lost her mind and her actions were involuntary. She slaughtered the Panther, not feeling her own wounds that it had inflicted. “Die you piece of insignificant, useless life. Your kind killed my father, and I will exterminate every last single one of you for it. You don’t deserve to live. He was a good horse, and sacrificed his life for me. Say your goodbyes, for you will perish at my hoof,” Bronze said cruelly in the Panther’s face.
The mare grabbed the Panther’s neck in her mouth, and she pulled violently at its vocal chords. A disturbing ‘pop’ was all the mare needed to hear, and she tasted blood. Excellent. She dropped the carcass to the ground, and she rose up onto her hind hooves, slicing the air. Bronze shook her mane and gave an overjoyed whinny of triumph. When she returned to earth, the mare dismembered her enemy, and scattered the remains. Though she wanted meat, there was no way that Bronze was going to eat a Panther. Then it would become a part of her. As night began to fall on the Iroka lands, Bronze spoke softly the memory of her beloved dad. “Father, I hope that I have done well in your eyes today,” she whispered. “Vengeance was mine, and I did it for you. Be proud father, be proud of your daughter, and please do forgive her…” Bronze said.
Bronze had recently come upon the lands after a year and a half of traveling alone. She was merely two and a half when she left her first and only other herd she’d belonged to. There was an altercation that occurred after the death of Bronze’s father, and she no longer was welcome in that place. Her father’s death that was her fault…all her fault. The bloodied corpse that was once him was permanently engrained in Bronze’s mind, no matter how hard she tried to shake it. A Panther took her by surprise when she was a filly, and it all went downhill from there. She wore the scars on her dark black coat as a constant reminder of that day. The mare was just now able to climb out of the pit she’d been in. And there would be plenty more to come, that Bronze was sure of.
The Friesian equine had arrived late in the Iroka lands around sunset, and she ascertained all she could about the lands very quickly. And she’d felt right at home here. That year or so alone had corrupted her mind, telling her things that she was forced to believe. Her thoughts were her only friends and lifelines, for she trusted no one near her at this point. How could she? The ones that she’d loved and cared about so much in the past had turned away from her. They blamed her, berated her, and more importantly they made her an outcast. Bronze stayed until she could take it no longer. She was fed up with their petty antics, and she left.
As she’d walked into these lands her mind said to her, ’Lookie here what we’ve found. We would be comfortable here. This is where we belong. That place before, they cared not for us at all once their minds were made up. But we will make a name for ourselves here, we will make these ones care,’ it hissed in the mare’s head. Bronze flicked her ears on her head, and a short smile crossed her features. Iroka. That name sounded so very good to her. After she’d completed her initial inspection of the land, the mare went looking for a tasty morsel to call her own. The thought of tasting iron-like blood in her mouth made her salivate profusely. She was no mere herbivore, rather one that seeks out the lifeblood of another. A carnivore.
Bronze wandered through the lands until she came upon a more secluded spot. The lass caught a glimpse of black fur farther ahead, and her almond brown eyes lit up expectantly. Bronze’s shoulders rocked back and forth within their sockets and a low grunt of tainted happiness was produced. The mare stalked closer and closer towards the other creature until she was within viewing distance, and what she saw stopped her dead in her tracks. Another one of those wicked creatures lie in waiting. A Panther. One of the demon species that took her father away. It would not live to see another day.
Bronze didn’t hesitate or pause for more than a second, for her instincts drove her forward without her consent. If she didn’t get the upper hand on this beast, it would get to her first. That was not going to happen. A warrior-like screech tore from the throat of the banshee, and her chipped, rounded hooves were upon the cat instantly. There was a clash of paw and hoof, incisors and curved teeth. Each monster had its own weapons that readied it for battle. Normally, this fight would have been on of equal prowess and strength, however, the mare was equipped with a little more than the big cat.
Her pure deep, dark hatred for all of the feline species urged her more and more. Her sheer disgust, hurt, and pain that she’d experienced in the past released in that moment, all at once. Bronze had honestly lost her mind and her actions were involuntary. She slaughtered the Panther, not feeling her own wounds that it had inflicted. “Die you piece of insignificant, useless life. Your kind killed my father, and I will exterminate every last single one of you for it. You don’t deserve to live. He was a good horse, and sacrificed his life for me. Say your goodbyes, for you will perish at my hoof,” Bronze said cruelly in the Panther’s face.
The mare grabbed the Panther’s neck in her mouth, and she pulled violently at its vocal chords. A disturbing ‘pop’ was all the mare needed to hear, and she tasted blood. Excellent. She dropped the carcass to the ground, and she rose up onto her hind hooves, slicing the air. Bronze shook her mane and gave an overjoyed whinny of triumph. When she returned to earth, the mare dismembered her enemy, and scattered the remains. Though she wanted meat, there was no way that Bronze was going to eat a Panther. Then it would become a part of her. As night began to fall on the Iroka lands, Bronze spoke softly the memory of her beloved dad. “Father, I hope that I have done well in your eyes today,” she whispered. “Vengeance was mine, and I did it for you. Be proud father, be proud of your daughter, and please do forgive her…” Bronze said.
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