Post by .x. ShAyToN .x. on Jul 31, 2007 21:15:53 GMT -5
Ruler of the skys...
Nothing moved. The wind was down, the rivers seemed to stop, the great amber ball in the sky seemed to quit rising. All seemed to freeze as the large ebony bronc moved into the lands. His pelt gleamed but was scattered with the many scars of his babehood. His harsh life has lead to a harsher time now. 60 moons had risen and fell before the stag, living him for five harsh winters for his lungs to breath the harsh air and he still had no mate, no love, no babes, no alliance, he was all alone. Nobody cared for a bronc that was of such a blood line. Who wanted a brute from a forces line, coming from one of the finer looking femmena's that happen to cross his sires path. No self respecting femmora would take in a gladiator like him. Only a dark seeked such blood and he was not the brutal type. He all together tried to avoid that side. For the fact was that was from his past, and the past is haunting.
Hold me close..
A snort of discust exploded from his ebony nares as the bronc though of his sire. His sire and grandsire had been a terrible pair. Trampsing around in the shadows, frocing innocent damsels and doves along their way. If a sweet regina even came close into view they would debate on who would get her. Once coming to an agreement, the 'lucky' mutt would step out of the foliage while the other watched. They would make their approach trying to sweet talk her. Most fell head over heels and didn’t know what they were getting into. Some had tried to fight, that is when the other would step out and hold her for the ’lucky’ mutt. If she refused and ran and the selected mutt failed the other would go after her and do his job. If they both failed, which was very very rarely, they would leave madder than ever. And anything in their path would either be torchered or killed. Most of the time it was usually both.
Take my breath away...
So many broncs who had well respected harems and mares that were being forced by this 'dynamic dowo' were getting sick of the pair running around and decied to put an end to it. Where as that same night that his sire died, Shayton was born. So five broncs were selected and the went to the two mutts hiding place. They soon killed Shayton's grandsire and went for his sire. As his father layed dieing. His dam gave birth, just as he took his first breath, his father took his last. They were glad to get rid of the mutts and soon returned home. Now the only weird thing was out of all the femmena's forced, only 3 foals were born, two of which died within the first week of living. But Shayton did not. So being the only surviver of the dynamic duo. There was trouble spelled out for the young rookie.
I like the different...
The leader of Shaytons dam was furious and wanted to kill Shayton right away. But his mother would not let him. And being his love for her, he submitted, she told him that she would tell Shayton that his father was him, the leader that everyone resepceted, and that he would grow up to be just like him, honest and forgiving. But none of the other foals knew better than to keep it a secret and they soon began to beat 'pon poor Shayton has they found out about his sire and grandsires 'grand' work. Now you would think. How does he get beat ’pon. Look at how big he is! Well for some odd reason it took time for Shayton to grow. He was always smaller than the rest of the juveniles so they always had an advantage. Not only did just one pick on him but they ganged up, kicking and bitting till an older equine broke them up. So he was brutily beat and teased and soon became very secluded. All the mares shunned his mother for keeping him and nobody would forgive the lead bronc for alowing her to. The lead was soon replaced by one of his successors and the trio was banned from all herds around.
I won't judge....
Shayton grew older and soon his mother passed away at the age of high and mighty wisdom that none really made in the wild. Finding no reason to hold on to Shayton, the lead bronc soon left to find some peace before his passing. Shayton to this day does not know wheither he is alive or passed on. So Shayton began to wander alone, finding no comfort where ever he went. Seeing that nobody wanted nothing to do with him, and he wanting nothing to do with them, he soon left his old homeland and traveld north. He traveled for miles at a time hardly finding food or water, and nearly coming to fate of death. But he soon stumbled into this new harem and he is hoping to start a new life. Nobody knows of his sire and grandsire's reing here and he hopes to keep it that way. But he doesn't really want to get to intnermingled with any other equines because of his dark and brutal past.
Please please please.....
So here he stood over looking the new world which for now he could call home. But what would he do here and how he would do it were still a mystery to he himself. He didn't really want to innermingle with many, for fear of his dark secret coming out, and for what his past has done to him all together. In some ways, some say that his babehood has made him retarted, but no thankfully he is not. No he is just confused. From what he sees life, it is a harsh, cruel, cold life. And it will never change. But what he 'needs' to learn, is that just because something was harsh and bad, doesn't mean that it all is. So can he learn in his new home this new lesson for his soul to retrieve? Or is his destiny into wandering the sand dunes for enternity till he parishes from this earth without a trace and nobody ever knew he was there?
I wanna love you so...
Heavy shanks moved across the tophography with ease. He needed a home and this was availiable. Yes he didn't want his secret to get out but by staying homeless? That was no use. Heavy plates were lifted by sturdy pistons to be set down again on a new piece of turf as the easy two-beat trot kept the bulky enbodiment moving. Far enough in for the bronco. Weither he was in the middle of the domain or not he didn't know, nor care. Heavy fore troso lifted high into the darkening sky. Mighty pistons snaked out thrashing, heavy cervix pulled out and cresent spread wide as a mighty call of claimence comended down the stretched of domain. Shillouette slamed to the turf sending a spray of sodden soil across heavy pistons as the gladiator listened his bugle fade slowly into the distance. His deed was done.
Ruler of the skys...
Dubbance: Shayton
Age: 5
Blood: Friesian
Sex: Stallion
Color: Ebony
Markings: none
Audition: King of Neutrals[/color]
