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 Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2014 10:11 am
There was something about this morning that brought back memories. Maybe it was the cold, the bits of morning light filtering through the trees, the patches of frost on the ground, or just the hunger.
It had been several days since his last full meal and it wasn't something that Eltanin could neglect any longer. The thirst for something red and hot on his tongue was so strong that he could almost taste it. Or was that something warm and alive nearby? Eltanin squinted his eyes and stopped to listen, becoming completely still except for the twitch of an ear.
He wondered if his sister was out there somewhere, hunting, or if she had become the one that was hunted. It was a morning like this, the two of them hunting together, only much younger, mere foals, on which it had happened.
The snap of a twig brought him away from thoughts of his sister, and his whole attention focused on this moment. If something was nearby, he was hoping it was breakfast. He licked his muzzle in anticipation.
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2014 11:55 am
Teepee
Every day seemed to drag endlessly.
Each creature she passed, ended up dead beneath her hooves. She didn't let anything live. She was vengeful and hated every single thing that crossed her path. She didn't understand what caused this at first, but over the years it manifested inside her. All the betrayal, hurt, and anger grew into something else manifesting itself into something that could be seen. Something that would let others know there was something wrong with her.
Her eye.
She couldn't even remember the day when it started changing. It was bright red with black swirling mist escaping out of it. She only assumed it was everything she felt seeping out of it. Something happened inside her that caused all her emotions to die. Something caused her to not feel anything for anyone. Living or dead, she felt nothing. This was no different for the carcass of the animal scattered along the ground before her. It tried getting away many times and she enjoyed watching it struggle until the ultimate end. She stepped over the animal remains and walked slowly through the open meadow letting the blood on her legs stain the flowers she stepped past.
She never washed herself off. There was no point when she was going to get dirty again. Her body was always stained with the blood of previous kills that only washed away when it rained. She was too focused on reaching havoc on everything she crossed, she didn't care much for her physical appearance.
She continued onward for what felt like hours before spotting a winged stallion in the distance. A small grin appeared on her muzzle as she approached him.
"Hello." She spoke in a soft tone knowing her mane was covering her eye. She couldn't let him see it. Not yet anyway.
Today was just getting better and better.
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2014 1:05 pm
Another twig snapped and then he saw her; a beautiful red maned mare was walking towards him. His thirst grew more intense and he realized he could taste it. The scent of blood was in the air. It grew stronger as she approached and he noticed that blood was trailing down her legs, dark red and inviting. Most of it was dried and matted in her fur, but some looked fresh. Eltanin just stood there, watching her approach, wondering.
A mare? Covered in blood? He sniffed the air again. He could definitely smell the warm blood pulsing beneath her skin, but there was something else too. Animal blood? And...strawberries? The scent was a little intoxicating.
She had said hello, and her voice was soft. Eltanin grinned. 'A beautiful lady, covered in blood. Just my type,' he thought. He had almost forgotten that he had been hunting. Putting himself dangerously close to others while this thirsty was somewhat of a rush for him. He sometimes starved himself just for this reason. He could control himself, but the challenge was exciting. And once he found some prey later, their blood would taste so much better.
"Hello," he purred back. He walked towards her and his red eyes glinted as he appraised her. He stopped a few feet from her, admiring the bright green of her eyes, or the one he could see anyway, as her mane was covering the other. He noticed blood around her mouth, a small trickle, and he shivered. She looked so delicious. 'The blood,' he thought. 'The blood looks delicious.'
"What brings you to this neck of the woods?" he asked with a polite smile. He was aware that his fangs were probably showing, but he assured himself that a blood covered mare surely wouldn't be frightened by something like that. She herself might possibly be a blood drinker. Noticing the strawberries draped delicately around her neck he added, "Ah. I thought I smelled strawberries."
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