THE OBSESS IVE COMPULSE IVE
The Meteorolgist
"I have changed these lands forever, Red. You don't see it now, but you will." - Nirvana
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Post by ♕BEFERA on May 19, 2014 8:30:55 GMT -6
S T Y X here from the king's mountain view, here from a wild dream come true, feast like a sultan i do: on treasures and flesh, never few.
He had disobeyed his mother again. Typical of the dappled colt nowadays. This time, it wasn't to see Achilles in The Pitt. No, he didn't want Lady Litala to tattle on him. Not this time. He had left Obascus in the dead of night when even that damned bird was asleep. He paid no mind as to how dangerous it was for him to be outside of the royal land and his mother's protection. It was time to have some fun, and that's all the young Prince cared about. The dawn had come, and the open arena of Ethereal Meadows beckoned to him. His small frame, now just over six months old, stood just outside of the tree line, orange tresses gliding in the cool air, an ocean of white at his hooves. The dappled buck's indigo visionaries scanned the region before him, a world where no one could tell him what to do or where to go. At least, not until his mother found him
Growing up without a father, Styx didn't really latch onto any figure of authority that he respected. He loved his mother, sure, but there was a lack of respect for her rule over him that was very, very apparent. "Styx, how dare you leave without permission or an escort!" The colt mocked his mother's scolding tone. "But mother, I was only not wasting my life in that stupid ravine." Styx laughed a young, boyish laugh, and ran out into the meadows, leaving a trail of hoof prints behind him in the snow. More holes than hoof prints, really. Winter was a little more than half-over now, and the snow was high, especially in flat areas like this. The farther the colt got out into the meadows, the higher the snow reached on his small body. The fire-tressed colt started having to leap rather than walk, and at that moment, he cursed his size, and hoped he would get taller soon. He wanted to be older, stronger, and most of all, free to go as he wished without his mother throwing a damned fit.
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Post by Revelations on May 19, 2014 10:46:38 GMT -6
[smear:BF8630]A C H I L L E S [/smear:312C27]The thick vine pulled against his throat once again. Achilles crown whipped around to stare at the younger filly attached the other end and glared. Her body was on the other side of the tree, and halted from his own weight on the opposite side. Quickly he redirected himself, pushing her slightly as he moved around the slim pine to her side. She cowered before his shadow thought she could see nothing of him. Her pelt dulled with black dots with purple centers. She flinched away from him, turning her head so as to avert the gaze she felt. The more he looked upon her, the more frustrated Achilles became. Anidrisa was nothing like her sire; nothing like him or his mother and in a way he resented her for it. The only reason she still breathed was because of his unique hide, and the gentle nature that made his own mother love her. One day Litala wouldn't be around. One day Anidrisa would cease to exist and why not it be tonight. This was the reason he had dragged her from the Pitt. To do away from the lonely reject daughter. There was nothing respectable about peace and love, and she stood for it all. Achilles hated her, hated more then anything else he had ever come across in his young life.
He moved forward, tugging her after him like the puppy and puppet she was. Litala had given her to him, to help her learn the lands by her son escorting her. His mother had no fear that her son would grow to love the young filly, for Achilles was void of such a notion and it was possible he never would feel its warmth. Only her love with sustain him enough, and in the end he would be nothing but a weapon for Nirvana or any other King or Queen to use. So far she had trained him for this purpose, and they fact that he had received his father deforms was a plus and his children would be treasured additions.
The snow covered their legs, sticking to their warm winter coat as they trudged through it. In the distance a whisper of a voice was heard, and the instant smirk coiled upon achilles lips. He would know the sound of Styx anywhere. The slightly older colt would be his King someday, and his mother never let him forget, but his fondness for this former monarch went deeper then just his mother's words. Achilles actually favored him to other boys their age, and had grown in time to even call him friend. [smear:BF8630]Styx...[/smear:312C27] He spoke as he neared, shaking his boyish crest, shaking the vine wrapped around his neck as if Anidrisa didn't exist. She followed him obediently no longer pulling against him. [smear:BF8630]escaped again? My night just got a whole hell of a lot better. [/smear:312C27] He laughed now that he had sidled up to his friend.
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THE OBSESS IVE COMPULSE IVE
The Meteorolgist
"I have changed these lands forever, Red. You don't see it now, but you will." - Nirvana
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Post by ♕BEFERA on May 19, 2014 13:04:22 GMT -6
S T Y X here from the king's mountain view, here from a wild dream come true, feast like a sultan i do: on treasures and flesh, never few.
The sounds of hoofbeats through the snow caught the young Prince's attention, and his auds flung back, listening. Ethereal Meadows was always a popular social territory, and was a common place for any equine of any allegiance to roam around and converse, so Styx didn't necessarily think that whoever he was hearing was interested in him or wanting to speak to him. That is, not until he heard a familiar voice. The dappled colt halted and turned abruptly to lay his indigo-ed gaze upon the horned head of the one-and-only Achilles. He didn't expect to see him so far from The Pitt, and instantly bounded over to him, nearly tripping over himself in the snow. "Ha! Maybe. Sun's coming up, Achilles. It's a new day." He corrected him, for the night was over, and the land around them was filling with the sun's light: the yellow glow of dawn mimicing the gold that shone in Achilles' eyes.
A devious grin played upon the fire-tressed colt's ebonite maw as he neared his sparring buddy and close friend. It was a pleasant surprise to see him outside of The Pitt, but still, there had to be a reason for this, as Litala wasn't one to allow Achilles to roam as he pleased, at least that's not what the dappled colt thought. Styx tilted his small skull, looking at the odd display that had stumbled upon him. He looked to the oddly-colored mare attached to the golden-eyed colt's neck via a strand of vine, and squinted at her, curious. "And what in the hell is that?" The dappled buck motioned his head to Andirisa. He had never met her before, despite his comings and goings from The Pitt. He wondered why she was tied to Achilles this way, and why she looked so strange. Styx didn't excuse himself for the way he asked his question, for he wasn't one to censor his thoughts for anyone, not even his mother, usually. He huffed a breath and looked to Achilles, raising a brow, waiting for an explanation.
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Post by Revelations on May 19, 2014 13:26:20 GMT -6
[smear:BF8630]A C H I L L E S [/smear:312C27]The little pep in his step picked up the closer he got to his opponent, and instantly dropped his crown, and angled it so that his horns faced Styx in a threatening manner. He shook his head, and planted his feet in the snow that now only reached mid-way up his shin and cackled something devious. Upon hearing the other colt correct his head shot upward looking to the sky. The woods had been so dense back there he hadn't realized how early it was. The trek to this place had taken him longer then he had thought and instantly looked upon the filly to blame her. If it hadn't been for her slow and calculating footsteps, and they way she kept getting caught on each and everything, they would have been here hours ago. Now Achilles had the problem of making it back to The Pitt before his mother awoke, and knew that it wasn't possible. Litala always woke before the sun, and it was most likely that she already knew of his absence. Either way, he would be in trouble when he arrived home, and so he would linger outside the high walls much longer then he intended.
The fact that the sun was rising did put a slight damper on his plans. With his mother awake, she might notice her adoptive daughter had gone missing as well. Therefore Achilles wouldn't be able to return without the young girl, and now she would have to hang with him for the rest of the day. Unless he could come up with an excuse for her disappearance...an accident. The two-toned colt rolled his eyes at this thought, blowing through his lips as his head lowered in agitation. What would Styx say about his duty, and what his mother had given to him, and especially the vine connecting him to the their much younger counter-part?
[smear:BF8630]So it is...so it is. No doubt you mother will be looking for you as well now that the sun has arrived. [/smear:312C27]He moved away from his friend, trotting quickly to make thin trudges in the snow. He turned his body, raising his head and sneered at Styx before he spoke. [smear:BF8630]I don't plan on going back. Not yet. I'm already in trouble so why not let them sweat it out? [/smear:312C27] he laughed kicking his heels up into the air and sending a pile of snow toward the darker colt.
The vine pulled once more on his neck, as his body had bared down toward the ground, and once again felt the need to be ridded of such insignificant weight. When Achilles had moved past Styx, Anidrisa had as well, forcing the other colt to look upon her with question in his eyes. Achilles looked away, embarrassed by the fact that his mother had him babysitting, and surely would hear the laughter of Styx to shortly. [smear:BF8630]It nothing man, just something my mom is making me do. [/smear:312C27] He shrugged, as if the little filly connected to him was no big deal. [smear:BF8630]I was wanting to get rid of her...a burden really. The girl is blind. [/smear:312C27]He said after the fact, nodding to his neck and her own. As if this would explain everything Styx needed to know. [smear:BF8630]So...[/smear:312C27] He quickly stated, his orbs looking innocent with a boyish smile so the subject could be changed. [smear:BF8630]...whats your reason for leaving? [/smear:312C27] He swallowed, hoping that Styx wouldn't talk about the girl any more, and perhaps could help get rid of her with him.
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Post by RANJIT;; on May 19, 2014 13:49:53 GMT -6
watch your tongue i'll have it cut from your head R A N J I T save your life by keeping whispers unsaid
"Well, well, well, what have we here?" The rasping syllables came forth in a low growl from the trees and the alabaster monarch stepped forth in utmost silent; a nearly invisibly wraith against the ivory snow surrounding them, only the black marking on his chest and the inky tips of his tendrils giving him away. The heavy skull tossed just a touch to rid his visionary pools of the long and tangled forelock that hung between his pricked audits and a sly, malicious (but still somehow playful) grin contorted that deadly maw. Powerful cannons carried his carcass through the snow with ease as he approached the gaggle of foals, a dark amusement that stained his visage showing in bright eyes. He knew the horned brute to be his nephew from Litala and from Mordecai, which brought forth an amusement from Ranjit older than all of the younglings combined currently. Caudal flicking as he stepped towards them, the brute uttered a dark, rasping chuckle deep from his throat. "Three little ones, far away from their mothers and fathers. All alone in the wilderness," the former king continued, mouth slashing into a smile that might have frightened the flicka had she been able to see it but the glint in his eyes told the foals he was merely being playful.
The Cadaverous Kaiser stepped over to Anidrisa and carefully nipped his dental weaponry through the vine encircling her fine throat. His skull carefully nudged the tiny filly closer to the warmth of his chassis, with all the care as though she was his own and not the daughter of his most vicious enemy. "I get the feeling, Achilles, that when your mother told you to show Anidrisa around, this is not what she meant," Ranjit stated quietly, his voice losing the amused tones of earlier and now holding a decisively cool tint to it. "Very foolish of you three to be out here. Winter has come and though we may be at peace with the other kingdom, you are all mistaken if you believe there are not dangers in this land." As if on cue, a howl of a wolf sounded into the heavens. The ivory brute snorted, mist leaving his nostrils and maw with each exhalation and articulation that escaped the powerful beast. "And unless I am mistaken, Styx, your mother told you not to leave Obascus without an escort. Perhaps I shouldn't tell her that I've been tracking you since the kingdom." The former Dark king pinned the two colts with a firm look, standing close to the tiny flicka to keep her warm and safe from the two, who no doubt were planning to torment her.
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THE OBSESS IVE COMPULSE IVE
The Meteorolgist
"I have changed these lands forever, Red. You don't see it now, but you will." - Nirvana
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Post by ♕BEFERA on May 19, 2014 15:12:04 GMT -6
S T Y X here from the king's mountain view, here from a wild dream come true, feast like a sultan i do: on treasures and flesh, never few.
The dappled buck snorted a colt's snort: cute, but desperately trying to sound adult. When it was just him and Achilles, they were stallions, training for battle or off on some adventure. They were strong, wise, and cunning. In reality, they were none of those things, not yet. The fire-tressed colt scoffed and spoke again. "Yeah, I guess she will be. I don't care, though." In reality, he did care, because his mother had been on the verge of beating him the last few times he'd left home, and she would probably get angry enough to strike him this time around. There was a sinking feeling in his stomach, but he tried to let it fade away for now to enjoy this moment of freedom while it lasted. Achilles spoke again and Styx inquired quickly, "What are you already in trouble for?" Then he talked of the wench attached to his nape, and as he did, Styx looked her over again, eyeing her strangeness. She was unlike anything he had ever seen. He squinted at her. "She's blind, huh? I guess that explains the vine." Achilles asked why he had left, and Styx wasn't really sure. He decided to just blurt out whatever came to mind, something he typically did, but before he could speak, another voice came forth into the conversation.
Styx's heart leapt at the sight of the pallid kaiser, his giant frame as white as the snow he stood upon. Ranjit spoke, and the young Prince flattened his auds against his poll and re-positioned himself in one of the fighting stances that he and Achilles had been taught during their many lessons and practice fights. Though Styx would never attempt an attack on Ranjit, for that was obvious suicide, standing this way made him feel more secure. His mother's advisor's smile was annoying, and Styx frowned, listening to Ranjit speak. The alabaster hessian released the filly from the vine that had attached her to Achilles, and scolded the other colt. Styx didn't really care much about the weird-looking filly, so he just stood and watched. He wasn't planning on hurting her, anyway, so he didn't see why Ranjit was so damned concerned about her. The ivory brute, his coral visionaries piercing and teeming with a kind of anger, addressed all three of them, then, babbling on about the dangers of the wilderness or some such.
This was Ethereal Meadows. It was probably the safest place to be as far as Styx knew. Ranjit didn't know what he was talking about. Then, the howling of a wolf made Styx flinch, and he took back his thought. Maybe it was a little dangerous. Any ordinary foal might be at risk out here, but not him. He huffed a breath and watched Ranjit as he began to speak once more. Then, the small colt's maw parted with surprise, almost a gasp, and his eyes widened. He had been following him? Damnit, he thought. How could I have let him follow me? Styx stayed quiet, his indigo eyes flshing to Achilles with a bored look as Ranjit protected that weird-looking filly. He hated being scolded, as he assumed everyone did. He just wanted to go off on his own for once. It sucked being too young to just leave when you wanted to leave.
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Post by Revelations on May 19, 2014 15:32:36 GMT -6
[smear:BF8630]A C H I L L E S [/smear:312C27]His weight shifted, lowering his head, and rubbing his cheek against a forelimb to act casual. Truth was Styx was as smart as any in these parts, and he could see through Achilles like his own parents. At times the young coltine thought it was unwise at how close they had become. It wasn't often when one could hide a secret from the other. Such thought and actions usually led to them fighting, serious or playful it mattered not, to them their sparing was serious. It would be their introduction into the world when they were grown. Eventually it would be caused the rest of their kingdom to look upon them, no longer boys...but stallions. Achilles couldn't wait for the day he no longer needed permission to do whatever it was he wanted. To kill someone who got on his nerves without the cause of consequence or a lashing. He would be his own, and make up his own rules, Styx as well. The older colt would be an influence on him as Achilles was. They would make this world theirs, and from where he sat, the day when his brother took the throne couldn't come quick enough.
His small auds pricked as Styx' face relaxed, as he was about to speak of the reason why he had too left the comforts of home when a baritone of a voice interupted them. His skin instantly chilled as he looked past his friend to see his uncle. Quickly he gazed past Ranjit gazing from the way he had come for his mother or Nirvana. It wasn't a secret how close Ranjit was to either of their mothers, and so his presence among them was the least welcomed. Achilles lowered his head, as well as folding his harks to his poll in defeat. Though the small muscles along his shoulders where tight with warning, and he bobbed his head as if to threaten the white monster. These grown-ups...they never let them have any fun. Achilles looked away, stepping a bit closer to his counter-part and huffing into Styx side.
The foot falls retracted themselves a bit backward, afraid that the mongrel was going to rip his flesh from his bones for such an act of deviousness, only to breath a sigh of relief as the vine fell from his neck.[smear:BF8630]How do you know what she meant. [/smear:312C27] He whispered under his breath so that only Styx could hear him, and then quickly he laughed, but straightened himself into the stance of a warrior. He would listen for now, but the fact was, Achilles nor his friend wouldn't be foals forever. One day they wouldn't have to cower before him like some prey awaiting death. The echo from the howl over the trees cause the young buck to flinch and side step right into Styx, flailing over his friends hooves in a mass of legs before failing face first into the fresh powder.
The giggle of Anidrisa filled the clearing as she stood next to Ranjit. Her auds where pricked listening to each word, and though she was blind, those eyes bored into Achilles likes some sort of devil angel. [smear:BF8630]You bitch. How dare you laugh at me. [/smear:312C27] The young Achilles was driven to his feet, his crown pushed down toward his jugular, so that his spikes point at the tender flesh of the younger filly. [smear:BF8630]You will pay. [/smear:312C27] The colt rushed forward, forgetting his uncle who stood over Anidrisa, his face hot with the embarrassment of a girl laughing at him. Anidrisa could only gasp as she heard his hooves coming towards her.
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Post by RANJIT;; on May 19, 2014 18:10:45 GMT -6
watch your tongue i'll have it cut from your head R A N J I T save your life by keeping whispers unsaid
Those pale carmine gems, so often choking with a violent malevolence, tracked the son of the queen as he shifted his compact little chassis into a fairly impressive fighting stance, just as he had been taught to do so. The coltines, high ranking as they both were, would be King and likely advisor respectively, and thus were being trained to fight and command as young as they were now. The visible disappointment that glittered in the violet oculars of the young Princeling stirred both pity and amusement within the Cadaverous Kaiser. Well could he recall being a troublesome youngster, desiring only to run about and kick up his heels without a care in the world. Until the foals currently standing before him, however, the former monarch had not been born so very near to a winter and he knew intimately well how dangerous the winters of this infamous realm could be. As advisor the Empress, the Cadaverous Kaiser took a certain care to be sure that her son, wild and reckless as he was, was safe so that he could eventually take his mother's throne, when or if she stepped aside. The young heir had to be protected at all costs, so that he could lead their Empire onward when their Empress could not longer do so.
His nephew, on the other hand, Ranjit had a difficult time feeling any manner of protective streak over. He had seen Achilles only a scarce number of times since the colt had come into this world whereas with Styx had been in his life nearly every day since his birth. His fondness for children notwithstanding, Achilles annoyed him greatly and it showed in the stead and cool look pinioned upon the creature's visage. That both of the colts were startled by his sudden appearance, as quiet as the namesake of his sire, amused the hessian and it showed in the prick of his oculars and the sparkle in light crimson oculars. The tiny figurine at his side was a steady warmth that warmed the hessian's cold heart. Litala had taken Anidrisa in when he had requested it of her without asking many questions as to the strangle, ever-changing little femora, for which he was grateful. Though he had abhorred her sire with an overwhelming passion, Ranjit - even at his darkest - had never once harmed a foal when there was any choice otherwise to do so. Being a father had given him that softness for them and he knew well that foals were the future. Killing them was pointless.
Thus, when Achilles lunged, the stallion waited. At the last second, when the young foal was leaping for the filly's neck, the former Dark king leaned down. His jaws gaped open and he caught Achilles in a firm but careful hold on his nape and slung the little equine back away from Anidrisa. Stepping forth so that he shielded the flicka, he leveled Achilles with a look that had made grown stallions cower at his very feet. "I brought her to your mother so that she would keep her safe. Not so that you could torment and abuse her. You may not like her, Achilles, but she is under my protection, no matter where she lives currently." The step Ranjit took forward was threatening and seemed to shake the earth, so much was it that he stood above the two foals. "You touch her again, little one, and I will tear you apart. She is no threat to you and has done nothing to harm you. The both of you, Achilles, Styx, will learn in time that we use pain to get what we want sometimes but never on an innocent and never on a foal. She is not your target practice and you can most assuredly believe I will be telling your mother. And yours, Styx. Am I understood?"
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THE OBSESS IVE COMPULSE IVE
The Meteorolgist
"I have changed these lands forever, Red. You don't see it now, but you will." - Nirvana
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Post by ♕BEFERA on May 19, 2014 21:21:17 GMT -6
S T Y X here from the king's mountain view, here from a wild dream come true, feast like a sultan i do: on treasures and flesh, never few.
Achilles seemed to have much more of a temper than Styx had thought. The grullo colt came closer and closer to him, but Styx really wanted to get away from this situation. It was obvious that Ranjit was mainly scolding him, right? Maybe Styx could get out of this one after all. But then again, everyone seemed to love to tell his mother every little thing he's done, so Ranjit would probably tattle just like Litala would. Styx didn't value the pallid brute being in his life day in and day out, not yet anyway. He knew nothing of Ranjit's rule, nor his past life and all of his accomplishments. He knew nothing of just how many equines all over the lands both feared and respected him. He was a force to be reckoned with for nearly any equine in the collective lands, but right now, to the colts, he was just an annoying adult. The wolf's howl had sent Achilles into a thrashing flinch that caused him to trip over Styx's legs, but the dappled colt's stance kept him from falling to the snowy ground. He did take a step backward to allow Achilles room to stand, but after that, there was no helping him. The odd-looking blind filly laughed, and Styx was confused by this, for if the filly didn't see Achilles fall, how would she know to laugh? He eyed her, a brow raised once more. What a weird creature.
The golden-eyed colt, his black and aureate-stained horns covered in snow, was having none of it. Styx stood still and said nothing, but did give a small smirk, for he knew what was coming next. Achilles hated to be embarrassed, especially when it involved a girl. He was going to punish her for that. Just as Styx started to think about it, Achilles's voice sprang forth into the cold morning air, rage twisted all about the syllables. When he lunged, part of Styx hoped he would reach the filly, but at the same time, he knew Ranjit would stop him before he could. It wasn't that the fire-tressed Prince wanted to see the filly hurt for simply laughing, no. It was the amusement of Achilles attacking something that he wanted to see. Attacking, or attempting to attack, anyway. What Styx witnessed next was quite the sight indeed. Ranjit plucked Achilles by the nape and tossed him away with ease. It made him realize just how weak the colts were at their ages. It humbled him in a way, but also made him angry. Styx felt himself begin to nod at Ranjit's words toward Achilles regarding his protection over the strange filly, but he stopped himself, wanting to disappear from this conversation entirely. Then, just as he thought he was in the clear, Ranjit stepped forward in an almost terrifying way, and for a moment, Styx felt his heart flutter with fear. Ranjit was strong, and Styx hoped that one day he could be strong enough not to fear him like this.
The pallid kaiser spoke once more, this time addressing both colts, and Styx wanted to stamp his hooves with the rage that boiled inside him. He had only seen Achilles and the weirdo arrive, and had made no promises to partake in hurting her. He wanted to make this fact known, but he worried about speaking up and "giving excuses," as his mother and other adults oftentimes said, to a stallion like Ranjit who could crush his skull in about a second. Styx gulped and took a deep breath before speaking, and he took a few strides forward, slowly. "You're understood, but you see, I didn't want to hurt the filly. I shouldn't be punished for something I didn't do, and didn't want to do." He went silent then and laid his auds against his poll, angry but worried what Ranjit might say in reply. Regardless, Nirvana would be absolutely furious that he left home, so he may as well take whatever was about to come to him. Punishment was punishment. He supposed he deserved it, but he was so tired of staying in the ravine, and he hated escorts leading him around. He never got to go off on his own, and that's all he wanted to do at this point in his life. What's so great about being King anyway, he thought.
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Post by Revelations on May 19, 2014 22:58:37 GMT -6
[smear:BF8630]A C H I L L E S [/smear:312C27]Black and gold flints ate up the ground underneath him. Anidrisa would pay for short little laughter. Achilles had known her but a day, and even for the short amount of time he had found out a lot about her. She was just some stranger, she was an opponent threatening everything he ever wanted. Her ears where perfect and had heard him scurry and fall to the ground. Had probably heard the wolf howl before the rest of them. Achilles hated her for many things, but the one that stood out was her perfection. She was utterly perfect in his mother's eyes despite her blindness. The boy had been there, when his uncle had brought the small creature to his doorstep. I heard his mother squeal of excitement when she saw the girl's vibrant colors. Anidrisa was taking his place. Achilles knew of his mother fascination with her own sex, preferred them even as foals. Ani would sooner or later take his place as heir or so he thought. Like most foals, Achilles was oblivious to how strong his mother loved him. He thought himself replaceable and her harsh lesson was just a day to day heartache of how much she hated him. In later days the young boy would grow to appreciate her teachings. To even look back on this day and grow from it rather than wallow in his anger.
The back of his neck felt the painful pressure of his uncle's dental though he did not scream out. His mouth stayed tightly shut as he was thrown to the ground and didn't even sniffle his nose with hurt feelings. He only looked to the filly, though she could not see before setting his sight upon Ranjit. Though young Achilles wasn't a colt to throw tantrums towards adults, and try not to be weak in front of them, especially this one. All his life he had heard great things of what he had done. His mother compared his young son to her brother every chance she got, and so far had become disappointed. Achilles wasn't so much collected as this pale knight, nor was he so self-less. The younger colt was a bully. A bully to those he saw weaker, readying them for the life he knew would be coming for them. A bully to make them stronger, to give Styx the Imperium Kingdom he deserved. He would have swore all day he meant to kill the little pest, would have laughed if his plans had actually come to pass. What kind of Imperium would Anidrisa be? She needed to learn her sense, and if a life or death experience is what she needed to hone them...then so be it.
Achilles stood, straightening his face and shook the loose snow from his pelt. Side-glancing at Styx before looking back to his uncle as his words spilled from his horrible mouth. The look upon the pale monarch's face could have sent any grown stallion running, but Achilles had been receiving that same look all his laugh and it no longer affected him the way one might think. Fear laced his veins, but it didn't show upon his face. Instantly he mimicked his families trademark, past down from son to son to nephew, the emotionless gaze. [smear:BF8630]If you wanted her, why did you give her to my mother? She would have been better off with you teaching her. She is nothing but a distraction, and uselessness uncle. I am not her keeper, its not fair. [/smear:312C27]He looked away like a child who was caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Horns still planted atop his head, as he snuck a glance at Anidrisa who had shrunk herself into Ranjits side. Her body was still angled toward the colts, and with second seem to look from one to the other. Achilles suspected she could hear their breathing, shallow as it was and pricked his auds. Perhaps she wasn't as useless as he first thought. He looked upon his uncle with understanding, and with wide open eyes for the first time. [smear:BF8630]I understand. [/smear:312C27] he spoke with confidence, and then took a panicked step toward Ranjit. [smear:BF8630]Uncle? I made Styx come...I told him that if he didn't help me I would make up some story about him sneaking numerous times before. Please Uncle. I will take the punishment for both of us, no matter what it is. [/smear:312C27] He raised his crown, and puffed out his small chest before standing in front of his friend. Styx would be his King one day, and even know in the days of boyhood, Achilles would remain loyal and protect him from harm...even from Styx' own mother the Empress.
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