Posted by Hybrid Theory on February 9, 2009, 4:12 pm
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I tried to warn you
You play with fire
It’s gonna burn you.
There was a silence in the afternoon fall. A new presence, no, it was not new. It was different, more mature. Animals shifted their gaze looking at the light which seemed to follow the newly added equine. Oh this one had clearly been here before. A reckless canter was slid open by large strides. The equine moved its tall frame of sixteen hands to a halt. The dust danced around a rather masculine equine entered. Forelocks danced down over the left eye while the right was left showing a shocking color of dark brown. A blaze ran down the forehead towards the flaring muzzle scenting everything around. Soon enough the dust descended, vanishing revealing a Dunalino stallion. His long tail and mane danced down his side as the equine danced forth. He knew this place well as he had played with his mother here. Ears perked forth and he looked around, wondering what or rather who was to be his teacher? Oh he was truly a curious stallion, well not a stallion yet, he was only two years old after all. But would you think it mattered to him? Not at all, his chest puffed up and he bowed his head looking more proud then anyone. He knew his mother would either laugh or be proud looking at him; well she would probably laugh because he looked so goofy. The thought made a grin be attached to his lips.
The young stallion lowered his head sniffing the water wondering if he would get a second element. He was curious, he kind of wanted fire like his mother, but also wanted to show his power over her, wait, not a good idea. If he knew his mother well enough she would use every dark knowledge that she had about him against himself. The thought made shivers run down his spine; oh he would never allow her to do that. A butterfly however entered upon his muzzle, he didn’t sneeze even if he wanted to, just looked at it with his right eye rather softly. They were beautiful creatures; he hoped he could turn a young mare into a butterfly some day. The thought made him excited and the butterfly escaped with a silent breathe from the young stallions bucking. He was restless; oh he wanted to race over the desert. Find someone to play with, show off to mares, does everything his father have done but he would still have no scars, so he hoped. Even so he did not blame his father; he knew that Strandwolf was a handsome stallion hence he did not give in. He would make both his parents proud, he knew it.
I tried to warn you
You play with fire
It’s gonna burn you.
Gold. Strandwolf X Apprentice Althea
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