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 Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2007 4:31 pm
As his brother walked over he set his hooves on the brown things head and pulled hard on one of the things sticking out. It was soft and chewy and he wanted to know if it tasted good. It took a moment but eventually with a wet ripping sound the flesh came off and he was able to toss it back.
He grinned at his brother's expression and stuck his nose back in the wound his father had made to get at the softer bits. He was still almost full from the rats but exploring what bits of things thing were good to eat seemed like a worthwhile thing to do.
The soft bits inside were good. They were wet and slippery and tasted so much better than the black thing he'd eaten.
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2007 6:42 pm
Ears still flattened, Torment struggled back up to her feet, and approached the meal, her head tilted towards the ground. Taint had already made his way towards the odd looking dead creature, and Torment watched with curiosity as her white skinned brother started to tear into the meat, happily chewing away. She didn't like the mess he was making, all that red stuff was getting everywhere on his face, and even on his legs and hooves.
Turning her head, she watched her youngest brother stare at the meal, and then look up towards Father. Heh. He probably was going to wuss out on eating, just as he had squealed about the furry beastie slung at him, so Torment, still in the mood to show her sibling up, bent down and tugged on one of the pieces in the opening. She tried to snag a part near the area Tarnish was eating from, but it proved harder than it looked to rip the chunk off of the creature. At least this creature didn't bite back, like the beastie had!
Finally managing to rip the piece off, she slowly began to chew on it with her sharp little fangs. Some of the warm red stuff had dribbled down her chin, and it tickled a little bit. The chewy piece in her mouth seemed favorable enough, and she turned to give Taint a big red, gooey grin, hoping it would gross him out even more.
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2007 7:04 pm
Eyebrows rose as his youngest snarled back at him, and Plague shot him a dark look, daring him to test his patience any further. He would take no backtalk from them at this point, not when they still had so much to learn. He wouldn't think twice about beating a foal, especially if they disrespected him.
He watched as his eldest and his youngest approached the feast before them, both giving wary looks. Taint seemed more than hesitant, and Torment seemed to take delight in her brother's apprehension. She quickly leaned down and began to tug and pull at the flesh between her teeth. After a bit of fighting, she managed to tear it off and seemed happy enough chewing on it, turning to taunt her brother.
It was probably good, allowing the foals to compete against one another. Perhaps it would challenge them both at being better, as they attempted to beat the other. He would allow them to continue with their spats, for at least it should provide a bit of entertainment, if nothing else.
He grinned, turning to watch Tarnish go at the deer with a hearty appetite. Yes, Tarnish was definitely going to be a pleasure to teach. The mutant chuckled to himself as he noticed the blood splattered across his eldest colt's face, and bent down himself to tear off a piece to chew on.
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 2:51 pm
He moved away from the other two foals, shifting to a part of the fallen creature that had not been touched or torn yet by fangs. He let his fangs sink into the soft thigh of the creature, glad to find that there was not nearly as much of the disgusting red goo here. He could tug the skin that he'd snagged with his teeth back, exposing meat that he could tug at without burrying his snout in foulness as the other two were.
Father had said he must eat, and he was. Yes, he had said to use the brother as an example but some things were just too much. He would not lower himself to whatever grotesque level the brothercreature had. The look of his white coat covered in the crimson stain almost made his small stomach churn.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 2:50 pm
Already partially full from consuming two of the black furry things it only took a few mouthfuls of whatever this was to make him thing twice about another bite. Taking a step back he leaned down and started to lick his legs clean.
It wouldn't do to let whatever it was stain his legs. He rather liked not looking like his siblings. He wouldn't be like them after all so why try to match their image? Once he had one leg clean he started on the other. How he was going to get it off his face was a completely different story that he'd think about once he got that far.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 4:31 pm
She watched as her youngest sibling scooted himself away from herself and Tarnish, to go find himself a different part of the deer to consume. Disappointment was evident in her face, as she had been hoping he'd take her taunting and start to fight with her again. She liked fighting him, and next time, she'd make sure she was the one on top, squishing him!
The filly turned back around and continued her chewing, her eyes now focused on her father and Tarnish as they ate their share of meat. Tarnish was finishing up, and began to lick the gooey stuff of his legs. True, the red stuff did taste good, but he must have really really enjoyed the taste. Then again, it did start to feel sticky after a while, so maybe cleaning up afterwards wasn't such a bad idea.
Her gray eyes turned to watch this Father of hers eat, his powerful jaws grinding against the meat in his mouth. It was then she noticed the peculiar smell coming from his direction... where Fathers supposed to make her nose scrunch up? It wasn't a horrible smell, no... but it wasn't as sweet as her brother smelled. It was captivating, watching the powerful stallion eat, and she wondered what he was thinking. In fact, she wondered what any of the three males were thinking.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 4:45 pm
He felt the stare of beady little eyes watching him, but Plague ignored the foals watching him to continue on with his eating. Pulling his head back, he ripped off a larger chunk of the meat and chewed on it, the soft flesh of the deer and the warm blood soaking it soothing to his aches.
Minutes passed on and on, and he continued to eat his fill, as he silently watched the foals who shared his bloodline fill their small stomachs. He was relieved that all three of them had no qualms with the food at hand, save for the first hesitant moments his youngest had when first approaching the deer. Had any of the foals refused to eat the meat, they would have been a lost cause from the beginning, in his mind, and were worthy of abandonment and nothing more.
Having had his fill of flesh and blood for the moment, Plague took a step back and commanded the others to cease their eating as well, though Tarnish had been finished with his meal for a while now. Now that they had been fed, it was time for them to start learning the ways of their breed, the ways of the life he had planned out for them. It would prove to be a test to his patience, especially with his eldest and youngest, but he was determined to mold the foals into what he wanted them to be, to have them do his will, to create strong, heartless monsters that would terrify the world after he departed.
It would be an experience not one of them would ever forget.
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