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 Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2015 2:33 pm
 There was a decided n** in the air when the dark red stallion poked his nose out his door. Veslorurn knew that snow would probably be falling within the next couple of days if it didn't snow tonight. As much as he didn't want to leave his cozy home he couldn't be lazing around all day. Reluctantly, he pressed outside. His hide shivered as the cold surrounded him.
Velsorurn did his best to tidy up the graveyard. There wasn't much to do. Right-en some dried flowers that'd been knocked over by the wind, and brush some fall leaves off some of the gravestones. Soon it'd be snow that he was brushing off or moving out of drifts instead of leaves. He gave a big sigh. These up coming months were the loneliest for him. With a sudden urge the stallion decided he'd take the day for himself. No worries, no responsibilities. A time to refresh himself.
With a grin he trotted out of the familiar graveyard. Veslorurn wove his way between the colorful trees. Despite the brisk breeze, he enjoyed the fall colors.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2015 4:09 pm
Claw could feel the chill worming into the air around him, trying to penetrate through his thick fur. He rolled his shoulders, feeling their warmth and power as they rippled beneath his pelt. His head tilted pensively to the side for a moment, pondering the coming season. It was unlikely the cold would bother him directly, he judged. He was bulky and his coat would be a harsh barrier to the permeating cool. No, the bigger worry was his food sources. They were far weaker than himself, would they be able to outlive the weather? He sighed deeply, his eyes darkening with frustration. Why did everything else have to be so weak and useless?
His claws raked the earth beneath him, the mud squelching between his toes and covering them with an unpleasant coat. At least there was no snow yet. Not that it would cause him any huge amounts of trouble, just that it would slow down his current task considerably. And Claw did not like to be slowed.
The mouths lining his tails tightened in anger, their eyes narrowing into faint slits at the thought. No, there was no point in lingering here, growing more and more frustrated by the moment. Better he moved on and gave way to his task, before he gave the snow a chance to settle in and really piss him off. His weight shifted forwards, lumbering onwards to his final destination: the graveyard.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2015 4:59 pm
Veslorurn frolicked almost like a colt through the leaves that fell across the pathway. There was no one to see him so why shouldn't he? He wouldn't have been so carefree had he known what was lumbering his way. Instead he stopped to admire a particularly vibrant tree. Maybe he should pick some to take back to the graves? Not quite flowers, but still very pretty. On the way back, he decided after a minute. That way they wouldn't get ruined before he got them home. The stallion swished his tiny tail as he looked back over his shoulder. A sudden chill and spread up his back.
He took a long look all around. His gold eyes peering in all directions. Nothing seemed out of place did it? Was it a bit too quite? He knew that most of the birds had flown south for warmer weather. A shiver started at his withers and proceeded into a whole body shake. Ridiculous! What was he a tiny colt to scare himself with shadows? Veslorurn shook his head and turned to head down the path.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2015 6:21 pm
Someone... was there. He could sense it. He could feel it. He could smell it. Claw's face fell into a grimace. It appeared that irregardless of the presence of snow or not, he would be delayed. And he didn't like being delayed. Ripples of anger coursed across his fur, rolling down his shoulders and leaving a hot trail ringing on his skin. The mouths on his tails tightened momentarily before opening slightly, the teeth sliding across each other menacingly. One long tongue escaped to gently run its length across the fangs, a silent symbol of his frustration.
Nothing ever went according to plan, did it? First that pregnant mare had gotten away, and now his graveyard trip was being interrupted. The thought of the mare sent his blood boiling, pent up raging bubbling over. Screw her. Screw her damn wings. Screw the fact that she could escape. He hoped his children would claw their way out and kill her. He'd had brilliant plans for her, but no. A faint noise caught his attention up ahead.
Claw slunk down into a prowl. He wasn't a small stallion, and shifting into bear form was too much work in that moment, but he knew how to place his paws just right. He silently crept forwards, eyes locked on the source of the noise, his gaze predatory and focused.
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