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Call him a monster if you like. The infamous Blood Dupre, the leader of a herd full of murderers and rapists. Thieves and scoundrels, the scum of the Earth who are not deserving of a home. How they where wrong. His herd followed him because he was a great leader, he had saved the lives of many of them, their business was a little shady. They did not so nice things to not so nice people. However that in itself was a good thing was it not? Who knew. Peoples opinions seemed to change day by day. One thing stayed the same however. They where many people who would like to see Blood dead. More people than he could count. Which is where the question rose. Was he the victim? or the villain? - the only crime he had committed after all. Was be born under his fathers name. Now he was the monster... however he was his father. Until the day he died he always loved him.
The day was getting old. The sun was setting in the distance. Blood watched it, soon to disappear, reflecting on the past couple of weeks. He was ashamed of himself. For being so foolish. Even more so for being so weak, he had shown his herd a human side. A side of him that hurt so much he felt like he had let them down. He sighed. Why did he do that? never again, never again would he show such a being. Never again would he be so caught up in his own life that he ignored what really mattered. His heart was a thing that was damaged, it would be a while before he would love again. In fear is not mourning. He had to concentrate on what was important... his herd. His family and his duties.
He let out a soft grunt, the last little bit of light fading from the land before he turned to walk own the path towards his home, it was a good hour or so journey. However he did not mind, the cold night air might do him some good. He smiled slightly. The branches brushing against his body and his hooves lifting settle dirt from the ground. It was so peaceful. Something he had learned to appreciate.
Call him a monster if you like. The infamous Blood Dupre, the leader of a herd full of murderers and rapists. Thieves and scoundrels, the scum of the Earth who are not deserving of a home. How they where wrong. His herd followed him because he was a great leader, he had saved the lives of many of them, their business was a little shady. They did not so nice things to not so nice people. However that in itself was a good thing was it not? Who knew. Peoples opinions seemed to change day by day. One thing stayed the same however. They where many people who would like to see Blood dead. More people than he could count. Which is where the question rose. Was he the victim? or the villain? - the only crime he had committed after all. Was be born under his fathers name. Now he was the monster... however he was his father. Until the day he died he always loved him.
The day was getting old. The sun was setting in the distance. Blood watched it, soon to disappear, reflecting on the past couple of weeks. He was ashamed of himself. For being so foolish. Even more so for being so weak, he had shown his herd a human side. A side of him that hurt so much he felt like he had let them down. He sighed. Why did he do that? never again, never again would he show such a being. Never again would he be so caught up in his own life that he ignored what really mattered. His heart was a thing that was damaged, it would be a while before he would love again. In fear is not mourning. He had to concentrate on what was important... his herd. His family and his duties.
He let out a soft grunt, the last little bit of light fading from the land before he turned to walk own the path towards his home, it was a good hour or so journey. However he did not mind, the cold night air might do him some good. He smiled slightly. The branches brushing against his body and his hooves lifting settle dirt from the ground. It was so peaceful. Something he had learned to appreciate.
