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[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

E V I C T U S ^II
i am a man of constant sorrow, I've seen trouble all my years.
for in this world, i am bound to ramble. i have no friends to help me now.

The dappled colt bounced in the icy waters, a laugh erupting from the young larynx. There was youth in him, but also something old. His mother told him of his father often. How he was named after him. He was told of the victories and failures of his sire. While this did not alter the colt's fiery persona, it set a hot fire in his heart. He strived to be like his Father, but better. He would not let insanity taint him and be his driving force. Like his Father before him.

While the youngster had never met his sire, he constantly 'heard' him. Like whispers on the wind, silent ramblings. Teachings. Delusions of the perfect being. Many that had known the stallion, Evictus, swore it was him, reincarnated. The mare, Ijosid, had caught a glimpse of the last child of her sire. Her half brother. She had whispered to others that it was the Devil's Spawn. The bastard, her sire, had been reincarnated. Reborn. To reek havoc among the living again. No one truly knew. Not even the coltine himself. He snorted at the surface of the water, the ripples reflected in his red orbs. His gray lips pulled into a smile of triumph. What he had accomplished, no one would know, he wasn't even sure he knew, he just felt unbelievably giddy. He had separated himself from his mother about a week ago and within good reason. He was old enough and he was starting to look at her lecherously.

The psychopathic colt looked up from his reflection as something skirted through the trees. Red irises danced over the treeline, waiting for something to pop out at him. His young body heaved with exertion from his romping, breath coming out in huffs. Twin harks pivoted in their sockets, but there was nothing but the sound of birds chirping. He snorted and looked back down, but the face in the reflection was not himself. The mis-matched eyes were not his. But at the same time..it was him. The colt looked closer, a deathly grin flitting across the face, the lips disappearing, and showing dentals in a demonic grin. A unholy screech pierced the foals auds and the colt pinned them instantly, closing his eyes until the sound was gone. When he reopened them, the face in the water was his. Black stripe in his many and everything. He neighed lightly, another vision, another delusion. The colt shook it off and like nothing had happened, he continued playing in the waters.
Text. "Speech."

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Beneath the canopy of the trees it was quiet, and the dim twilight of the stormy sky sprinkled through the leaves, leaving splotches of light on the forest floor here and there. My unnatural body was motionless, waiting for my next prey to come along unsuspecting of a horse to be a predator. It was a rather warm day for winter, and a small breeze shook the branches, a whistling of the winds made me flatten my harks. In the trees I could hear the squirrels chattering, and two bucks were off in the distance dueling it out. Both prey were a waste of time and effort, the squirrel two small and a buck way too big for myself at this age. 

A rustle in a near by holly bush caught my attention, bringing my twined harks forward to investigate. Silently I waited until before me I could see a raccoon.. Not exactly a waste of time. I began to raise my tails off the ground, my cranium slowly snaked lower and lower. Each flint I moved forward with a careful and calculated step, patiently taking my time to inch closer to my chosen prey. I would not lose a meal again to the sound of my feet. I drew in a breath, softly and as quietly as possible, monitoring my inhales and exhales. Twenty feet away... fifteen.... ten! I charged. My mouth opened wide as I went in for the kill, but the raccoon skittered to the left running under the foliage towards the beach. Stupid omnivore. I chased after it, my flints feet away from its heels as we burst onto the bone scattered, filthy sand. Within seconds onto the beach, the raccoon tried to change its course back to the forest, but it was too late as my serrated enamels clamped on it's shoulders. I shook my head violently with the creature's body still screaming for life, throwing it to the ground and tearing my fangs into it several times until it stopped its horrid plea, only then did I snap its neck to make sure it was actually dead.

As I picked up my kill to carry it off, a nicker struck the silent air causing my frame to twist around, clamping tighter on my catch of the day and a hiss escaping from the corner of my lips to ward off the other equine, protecting my catch. However when I turned, the hiss stopped mid-way, my silvered oculars catching the sight of a dappled grey colt, at least 6 or 8 months older than I, and I just stopped, watching him to see if he noticed me standing here about seventy feet away. Blood covered my tongue and enamels, my mouth grew heavy with saliva and the crimson liquid slowly dripped to the sand, splattering small specks of blood on my flints and cannons as I stared.


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[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

E V I C T U S ^II
i am a man of constant sorrow, I've seen trouble all my years.
for in this world, i am bound to ramble. i have no friends to help me now.

Evictus snorted and jumped into the air, all four limbs coming off the earth and he came back down, his young body splashing water everywhere. A chill rocked through his frame and he gave a small snort, shaking the water from his pelt. His mother would have never let him play in the freezing waters, saying it was dangerous; especially during winter. He was having too much fun to hear his mother's bitching, she never let him have fun. You are not alive to have fun.. His playing instantly stopped and he furrowed his brows slightly, the voice had come from somewhere, perhaps carried upon the wind? The colt refused to believe that he had heard it within his skull,that he was hearing things. He was not going to become his sire. He absolutely refused. He focused back on his reflection in the water, just as a hiss broke the air around him. Twin harks perked forward and the colt's attention went to his surroundings.

Crimson oculars acted like radars, taking in everything and anything around their owner. His mind was strikingly alert, nares flaring wide to take in the scents around him. His crimson tail rose high, showing his desert lineage. These few signs were clear indicators that the colt was nothing like his sire; but deep down, he was exactly like his sire. The dappled male was lighter in frame that his sire and he observed his surroundings, very unlike his sire. Let them know you aren't to be messed with.. Once again the voice grated against the coltine's skull and he snorted; pinning his auds. He took another deep breath, the hint of lead on the air. Blood. Vermilion tag whipped against his flanks as he turned and his crimson oculars spotted the culprit. A foal stood not seventy feet from him. Something ragged in it's maw. 'That must be the source of the blood.. He scented the air again but all the colt smelt was ocean and blood. Evictus cocked his skull to the side, the one sliver of black in his mane showing and in an odd way making his face seem framed. What would dear old dad do, eh? Evictus the Second narrowed his eyes and lifted his stocking'd legs, moving towards the being. As he got closer, he realized it was a female. He stopped, ten feet away. 'You are?'
Text. "Speech."

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