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 Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 4:28 pm
Just like last time...
They were no different from one another, while this one appeared to be mutated and slightly larger in comparison they acted in just the same way. However, while the previous had been suggestive, this one appeared to have a little more on his mind than just companionship. It absolutely terrified her, the very idea that she had lost so much control and she doubted that her luck would be with her this time.
Ah, how she remembered. The stallion in her memory repulsed her to this day with his impure and inappropriate thoughts but he had advanced the same way and she had done nothing more than to quiver in his wake. She had been tiny then, her horn barely two inches in length and he had still hungered. The very thought made her pull a face and she backed away no too subtly from the advancing stallion before her.
It had been luck and luck alone that had saved her that day. She had cried out for her parents but had wandered too far and just as hope seemed to have abandoned her the spirits had ensured that another had heard her. It had been while she quivered that the second beast had attacked and with an almighty roar had launched an assault on the advancing stallion.
She would later be informed by the elders that the beast (her saviour) she spoke of had been a bear. She had received such a lecture for that, but her herd had thanked the spirits for sending the bear who all assumed had fallen against her attacker - a kalona.
She'd always felt a sense of guilt from that day on, maybe if she had been more like her father and hadn't been afraid to plunge her tiny horn into that stallion's cold, black heart.
...But this one didn't seem to have a heart, he had a light and she wasn't entirely certain if she could even harm light.
It seemed that history was repeating itself in another land and she continued to back away until at last she had pinned herself against a tree. Her expression hardened and it was with the memory of her Spirit Bear in mind that her quivering halted. No, there were no Spirit Bears to save her this time but she wasn't going to disappoint him...ignore his valiant sacrifice.
The bear had given her a second chance and she would prove it was worth it. So she may lose her life, but she would protect her honour - what she had would be given when she decided it, not when something demanded it!
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 4:35 pm
Oho! His eyes narrowed slightly as he came to a halt not far from the mare and canted his head to the side in an almost jeering manner. By the glint in her eye it was clear that something in her had recovered from the initial shock of his appearance. While he commended her to a point, her efforts were nothing in comparison. True, a person could put up a defensive and hard front but when it boiled down to it...they simply couldn't do as they threatened.
So her eyes had hardened, her resolve had 'solidified' and she was sure of her course but given her hesitation she appeared to be incapable of putting that pretty little horn of hers to use. The one weapon she had, something that pointed directly at him!
His chest gave another pulse and he felt the anticipation rise within him, he took this opportunity to tilt his head to the other side. His braids fell over his face, obscuring it from view and yet that ethereal glow from deep within never disappeared. Rather, it appeared more ominous in these dark forests.
"Quaint," He murmured softly, once again moving towards her as a greater sense of urgency pushed within his mind. So she would fight it made things all the more sweet!
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 4:46 pm
"Necessary," she croaked at last, refusing to move her gaze despite the urge to stare at her fluffy hooves. She could already feel the sweat rising on her pelt (not something she liked) and knew in this instance that she really had met her match - all this time she had lived in lands where the males had been gentle and considerate but now she was in a whole new world.
She was not in control any more, he was.
Nevertheless, with nowhere to go the lithe mare could do nothing more than to brace herself. With her rump against the trees she was safe for the time being but should he launch an attack and force her to the ground then she would be at risk. If this was to work she, like her saviour, would have to launch her assault when he least expected it.
She knew he already thought he had won, that he could play with her and the Spirits only knew what he had in mind.
Step by step he drew nearer, his walk still sultry and his gaze still proud and expectant and it was only as he seemed to shift his weight (or perhaps his direction) that she grit her teeth and leapt forward.
She just needed one clean shot.
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 4:53 pm
Just like his father!
He gawked as he felt the horn pierce his flesh and with a roar he stumbled back. While he had managed to withdraw from the attack the damage had been done and it was as though a white hot poker had been plunged into his chest. She had missed his vitals, but the pain seared through his flesh and it was with difficulty that he regained his composure.
You see, that was the problem with some predators. When they had sustained a certain amount of damage then would find themselves completely incapable of logical thought. Their instincts would be clouded, their senses dulled and even as she began to run his movements were much slower than they had been before.
Harlot!
He had made a grave mistake in teasing one with a weapon capable of attacking him directly, he simply should have taken and then fed. Disgruntled by this set back and by the blood now pouring from his wounds the stallion set to work, the way now clear and unclouded.
So he wouldn't have his company, she had insulted him too much for that. He would just make sure she felt every last gouge and score, every last tear until he was satisfied enough to let her crumple - dead.
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 5:04 pm
Run, run, run!
Her mind shrieked as her legs flew across the foreign lands, completely disorientated and unaware of the direction she was going in the mare had little other choice. While her intention was to run straight, the constant need to dodge the decrepit trees disrupted the flow of her steps and slowed her down - though she continued to run he always seemed to be behind her and that very thought terrified her.
Run!
Gasping for air, the mare couldn't help but gag at the scent of the blood on her horn. It dripped slowly down upon her muzzle and stained her once 'pure' coat. She had done it, made her choice and acted as her father would have for the sake of her own safety and yet it made her feel sick inside - she had been touched by stallions before but what this one wanted...
Was she really ready to die?
Oh please! She pleaded, raising her eyes heavenwards briefly. Continuing to weave in and out of the trees with no clear path before her - she just needed to run. Perhaps she would have better stamina and he would wear himself down, if not...she wasn't sure she could harm anything that big.
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 5:20 pm
Easy. As. Pie.
He had heard that phrase before somewhere, couldn't quite place the reference but cast the thought aside nonetheless. Where it had originated from was unimportant, what mattered was it's meaning and how true it held to this mare. While she continued to flee from him he tracked her with ease, darting in and out between hidden pathways to ensure that she wasn't all that far away.
She was a quick thing, he would give her that but eventually she would meet her demise. Given her height and her speed she would stand little chance against the low lying branches ahead. With a violent crack he expected her to hit the floor, the very thought filled him with glee and his eyes twinkled. Then when she was so tired and vulnerable he would make his entrance.
Alright, so felling another while they were dazed was hardly what some would call impressive but sometimes it was more fun to toy with those who could no longer see just one of you - but multiple. To think he had given her the opportunity of company and she had spurned him.
...A great insult indeed, he may even have been nice to her if she had done so but no, it only fed the self loathing within him and encouraged him to right the unjust act she had performed. The pain in his chest throbbed, the wound was deep and yet he pushed himself onwards - it wouldn't be long now...not long at all.
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 5:28 pm
Smack!
Her neck was thrust back with a sickening crunch as her horn caught upon the low lying branches. She released a wheeze and her eyes glazed over as she stumbled and skittered until the last breath. With as much graze as an over fed pig she slammed to the ground with a thump and flailed somewhat desperately against her own weight.
Her vision blurred and unsteady, she could do little more than struggle and fall on the spot. With her forelegs bent up (uncomfortable considering her weight and species) and rear legs otherwise planted on the ground she had nowhere else to go.
She had lost.
It was with a small whimper than she allowed her pink eyes to slide towards the dark figures nearing her position - there were so many, since when had there been so many...which one was real?
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 5:35 pm
Predictable, but even as he drew to a sultry walk he had to admit that being aware of your surroundings did have its advantages. To drive a victim in to yet another natural trap was pure genius and now here she was. Cowering upon the forest floor with little more strength than a new born foal straight from a mother's womb. She couldn't even walk for goodness sake and yet she still insisted and pointing her horn (somewhat uncertainly) towards him.
So he was right, she was seeing double.
"It would have been easier, to give me what I desired," He mused softly, allowing his voice to carry across the small expanse as he wandered towards her. Well aware of the dangers of that horn he had already taken mental precautions against another attempt to use it in combat - the moment she did, she would be in for a nasty shock.
"Less painful, I should think," He continued, examining her now impure form with his tainted blood spattering her pale face - it seemed like such a waste. "More enjoyable as well but alas, like all the pitiful welps of the lowlands you do no more than cause an affront," He snarled bitterly as he lowered his head to hers and snorted provocatively.
"Why not close you eyes and imagine, hm?" He purred gently, lipping at her muzzle to the point that she gave a snort and pushed herself sideways.
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 5:40 pm
"No!"
Whimpering the mare turned her horn back towards his head and prepared to thrust it against his eyes. Her vision may have still been blurred but she could smell him and no 'illusion' would fool her otherwise. Still shifting, her legs refusing to co-operate she maintained her stance and coiled her lion-like tail around her rear leg in an act of defence.
So he had whips for a tail, claws, teeth...she had but one thing and she was grossly out numbered but she held her ground - she wouldn't allow herself to be touched in that way and she would die to prevent it. It was heart breaking though to realise that while she may die a valiant death she would not look as such when her corpse was found.
No...she would look mutilated, a shadow of her former self and there would be no glory as the bear had received. No one would remember her, see her or hear her scream and that was what hurt her the most...Only her spirit would know and maybe the Great Spirits would show their pride in her bravery.
"NO!" She shrieked again and thrust her horn towards him.
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 5:52 pm
It was with not even the slightest effort that the stallion countered her blow. His twisted horns caught hers and with no hint of mercy, her twisted her head to the side. Her whimpers and cries of protest were not enough though as he twisted just a little more before providing a thrust of his own. Drawing his head back, releasing his grasp upon her - he made certain his blow didn't miss and thrust the twin horns right against her jaw.
Her shrieks were audible, shattered the tranquillity of his peaceful forest and yet he still wasn't satisfied. Taking a moment to very gently lick a small part of the blood from her cheek he was more than happy with the taste - well her pelt may be bloodied and tainted - unworthy of his gifted touch but her blood was not so impure as to feast upon.
She would do nicely.
"Close your eyes," He cooed again, a sadistic smile flickering on to his lips as he bore his teeth and rammed them against her neck. One little shift and she was firmly in his grasp - another shift and the brutal spikes upon his wings revealed they had even less mercy than their master - plunging deep onto the mares side as her curdled screams echoed throughout the forest.
He didn't allow his assault to end with four simple puncture wounds though - he was quite happy to continue and repeated the process, more than just a few times...
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 5:58 pm
You said no, you did the right thing!
The voice cried in her head, while she did nothing more than shriek in pain and anguish, her mouth filled with blood. On the inside she wept as the voice, her voice, reassured her. She had kept her honour, she had done all she could to protect it and she had known there would be pain. True...she had never expected it to be this much but he had never promised a swift death.
Even as the wings tore into her flesh and the fangs within his cursed mouth tore at the chunks of loose flesh. Even has she cried out in agony and fought for conciousness - yes, she had done the right thing all along and still she was terrified.
I don't want to die... She whimpered, she was all but five years old and barely an adult. With so much of her life to lead she had fallen in to one unfortunate trap and the spirits had abandoned her.
Please! She pleaded, opening a bleary eye as she felt another spike thrust into her chest, I'm not ready!
"Close your eyes," She heard him whisper, gritting her teeth as he seemed to suck and lip at every little wound. Almost vampyric in characteristic she had obviously lived a sheltered life, never been aware that such brutality existed.
Just...
Just...
Just, don't let him see you cry...
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 6:03 pm
One. Last...
A roar rippled through the forest that caused the stallion to lift his head and shift his gaze towards the sound. While he couldn't see any sign of the being who had caused the sound it didn't settle him any. It had been too close to be a hoax and yet even his glowing eyes couldn't penetrate the thick darkness of the forest to uncover the intruder. He had forced one to submit - now she lay as still, her breathing ragged and form unrecognisable but now there was a second.
With another roar nearby, the stallion shifted his gaze towards his other side and slowly began to lift his head, his eyes flicking between the various gaps within the trees. The scent of the fallen mare still in the air, he was certain that something had come to steal his prize.
It was HIS.
Again, there was a roar and then with little warning and no preparation on the part of the stallion - the hulking and furry form of the beast launched itself from the shadows.
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 6:25 pm
The stallion stood no chance as the great bear launched itself from its hiding place. For years it had wandered, since the day it had driven the kalona out of the forests with an almighty cry of fury. The bear ad only been a child then, an adolescent who fought bravely and sustained many wounds before finally landing the blow that ultimately destroyed the Kalona. While the Kalona was still alive, it had received its fate - a creature that loved to watch it's prey writhe in agony could no longer see.
The bear had often wished that he had managed to do a little more damage but had he been too over confident he was of the firm belief he would have lost. Thus, it was a wise decision to allow the Kalona to free and it gave him a chance to heal even if the tiny filly had run for her life.
And now all things seemed to come full circle. As he had heard the trees whisper that fateful day, he had heard them day after day as they had guided him through the lands. They had taken him far from his home...those voices, and they had never made reference to that little filly but here she was again.
A shadow of her former self, her form rigid and yet she was alive (if only just).
He had been late this time. The spirits had cried out, screamed for him to hurry and it had been with all the will power within him that he had pushed himself forward and in to the barren lands. With the scent of blood thick and the screams of agony rife in the air it hadn't taken long - he had found her just in time.
However, as he smashed his now adult paw against the stallion's muzzle and thrust his immediate weight against his side to push him away from the fallen mare he was astonished by what he found. While he had fought a kalona in the previous forest, this one looked almost identical to him.
...A brother?
No. There was something different...
A son!
"Get off!" He roared fiercely as he applied greater pressure to the Mutant's side.
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 6:30 pm
"She is mine!" The mutant roared in protest, launching his own assault as he thrust his own weight against the bear and snapped at the paw. While the pair may have struggled for a while, the cost of running through a forest with such blood lust had taken its toll and already the mutant was giving way. His grip was faltering and it was with one last lurch that he pulled himself away from the great bear and stumbled backwards.
It was only when he was a distance away,with the bear reared up upon its hindlegs that he realised its true size. He was not dealing with an ordinary baby, on the contrary a full fledged bear had come to take his prize and given the wounds she had already caused to him...
For a fleeting second, he felt his stomach plummet through disappointment. He had done all the work and yet this beast was to take it!
Gritting his teeth against the pain of his now slashed nose and the gaping wound in his chest he had little choice than to back away a little more. Choosing to retreat into the forest was his best bet - he could retrieve the remains later and with that, he bolted.
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 6:33 pm
If she could have released a moan she would have, another whimper of protest or a cry of mercy perhaps...but as the shadows above her head gave a roar she could do nothing more than the demonic beast had suggested. Exhausted, cold and in utter agony she could no longer feel her limbs nor did she wish to given the intensity of the attack - she was for all intents and purposes, a shadow of her former self.
Completely unrecognisable, covered in blood.
She did as she was told and she closed her eyes...
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