make me wanna die; stat May 23, 2014 17:25:54 GMT -6
Post by Δ Beauty With The Booty on May 23, 2014 17:25:54 GMT -6
The silver of the moon beat down upon his pale pelt as he moved like a specter through the trees. Mammals and birds alike silenced themselves as the predator moved through the dim, icy woods. They really had nothing to fear from the dominant white stallion, he was not a cannibal like many of Lucifer's spawn. There was nothing abnormal about him, other than the thick feathering from hoof to abdomen and the ten foot long monkey-like tail. Every thing just assumed the changing equines always had sharp dentals and a taste for blood. But Obelisk preferred the sweet taste of grass and the rare strawberry he found growing wild every once in a while. But there was another reason they shivered in fear when he walked through the forests. His companion was a carnivore and he often killed for the Corsac fox. At the moment, Azar was somewhere around him, hunting. He could not hear the small fox but he knew he would return soon.
Obelisk shifted his long tail, twirling it in the air in meaningless patterns as he lazily walked. He had no course. He was actually looking for his small brother, Abyss. A little birdy had told him that the black beast had been seen harassing prisoners in the Outlands. Obelisk could only roll his eyes. His brother was messing around in the Outlands. THE OUTLANDS. It was called the Outlands for a damn reason. It wasn't the land itself that was the problem, but the badass bitch that ran this place. No one fucked with Novelty. No one. And he had heard the stories of just what Novelty would do to people that came into her lands for no reason. He feared slightly for his brother. Now he had to go fish the barbarian out before he got thrown into a cage and push him back into Imperium lands where he would be safe, that was if he got to him before Novelty found out. Or Nirvana. He had no idea how the Empress would react. At first, he wasn't going to even bother with going after him, but the protective side of him proved him wrong and now he was here, out in the fucking Outlands, looking over his shoulder for the damn Guards.
This is beginning to get tedious. He grumbled in his head as he ducked beneath a branch. He had told no one of his departure but he was sure Damask had noticed by now. But he wasn't worried. He snorted just as the shrill neigh broke through the quiet. He stopped his movement, looking around the forest. He curled his tail around his back leg as his auds flickered around, listening for the sound again. After a moment of nothing, he moved towards the area it had come from. It was obviously an equine. His long legs carried him quickly through the dead land. It had sounded like something dying, there was clear distress in the vocals. He came to a halt instantly as the vocals of a mare came to him. He flared his nasals and could faintly smell her on the chill wind. He rounded a rock and there she was. But by the time he had reached her, she was dead. He flicked his tail and decided to step out of the shadows, the moonlight making his white pelt look silvery. He looked down upon her, his lips unmoving as he stood quietly, watching the dead bodice of the female.