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 Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2015 1:45 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2015 2:03 pm
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A bloody jumble soaked the earth before him; he too was covered in blood. His pristine white coat was no longer clean; irritation filled the stallion, why had the creature struggled so? Yes it was quite entertaining, but it made a mess of things. And one thing he hated more than those who were pure, was uncleanliness. Nereus turned his lip up in distaste at the blood splatter, where was the help when you needed them? Father had servants, so why could he not have someone to order around and clean up these messes?
His eyes were drawn again to the splatter marks; they were quite spectacular, works of art in a sense. Some were darker where they had already dried, while some others were fresher. Soon he was lost in the beauty of the blood, forgetting for a moment that it was upon his coat and the need to be clean once again. There was nothing but the blood.
After a while the stallion came out of his trance, the blood had begun to crack and itch. With one last disgusted look at the bloody blob near his hooves, the stallion went in search of a stream. He would wash away the blood, but he could not wash away his sins.
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