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[♥Lethal♥]

Ebon irons thud the earth rhythmically, keeping the same constant tempo crossing the rugged terrain. Deep mocha optics were determined, gentle, vengeful, no one could quite be sure of the real emotions in the brujo's mind. The mind is a funny thing, a conscience, a brain, everything needed for survival; but the brain was not always a good thing. If you were to search to the core of this brute's exsitence, you would find nothing you or I could completely understand, or put together. Pieces, images, sounds of the past, all scattered about in a way not understandable by any one soul.

Yet, it all came together in perhaps, a devious way for the brute. Understanding came easily, reading the mind another level itself. Can you be sure of the thoughts in 'is head? No one can quite be sure. Not one. Why, you may ask? Because the mind of an equine is far different, yet all the same.

Irons continue their thuds 'pon the solid earth, banner flaring out 'round his leaping hocks. Auds stand at attention upon the regal visage, searching for the sound of another. Deep choco orbs are hazy, yet focused on one spot. The sun was his goal, and he would never stop until he got there. But for now, Earth was the correct place for the misunderstood brujo.

Stud halts sharply 'pon a tall hill, with a steep decline. He peers over the edge, a smile growing on his face, proving to be a smirk. Nares emit a snort, one of amusement. Banner and tresses settle, the whole world seeming to just stop for one, glorious moment. Stud leaps into flight once more over the crumbling edge as the world keeps turning, and life keeps going on and on.

Coming to a cliff, brujo stops once more. Orbs seem to now search the surrounding terrain, grassy, moist. The breeze plays with his banner, chasing it around his hocks. Brujo makes his decision. He lifts his forebody into a powerful rear, fore-irons scraping at the blue clouded sky. Mug emits a powerful, ear-piercing, bone rattling screech that could be heard for miles. Landing, brute returns to his running, at the same, steady tempo.


(ok that was bad.. but Mask is trying out for light king.)

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The leaves rustled on there branches, tickled by the wind, colts and fillies bounding carelessly over the turf, there long slender legs just blurrs as they gallop about without a care in the world.
He always found it rather difficult to join in for he had a damaged foreleg, a slight limp it was but it made him whine and complain, though the colts would simply say something such as;
"Oh, shut up stop moaning, that's all we EVER hear from YOU!"

He wouldd always turn his back on them and drag himself away, he found it hard to do this for there was one filly he particularly liked. A dark palomino femmora, Sunrise.
She would always tell the colts not to be so harsh to Him but she would say no more when they pushed her about a bit.

Hid dam, Shadow would never be pleased to see him came staggering back to rest at her feet days on end.
His sire, Vision would always mumble away to Him about the other colts, being the beta within the harem he would complain to the lead stallion, Eternity.
Eternity would always turn to Vision and mutter, "I'm tired of hearing complaints, your son is fine, there is nothing wrong with him..."

Vision decided to teach the colts a lesson, he was simply standing, watching Him plod back to them as usual after being tired out easily, also with the pain that had started running up his leg as he galloped.
He would simply glare at the colts and touch her son's boa, she gave a surprised snort as Vision suddenly departed and loped up the small group of colts.
"I'm tired of hearing you treat our son this way, you either stop or I'll give you something to whine about, got it?" he snarled.
Then suddenly, one of the colts bolted off, squealing loudly to his dam, Eternity, having sired all the foals apart from Him sharply came to Vision's side.
"What are you doing?" he grunted.
"Teaching these colts of yours a lesson, got it?" Vision spat back at him.

He had ushered Him back as the colt flew past them and back to his dam, a grey mare, the mare glared coldly at Vision.
"What have you done to him!"

Sunrise had rose onto her hindlegs and was squealing loudly, the noise quietened and both Vision and her sire, Eternity peered down.
"He didn't do anything! He was only... scolding them, nothing more!" the young femmora had snapped.

So a few weeks had gone by and things were fine again, and the colts had stopped being 'harsh' to Him. Things were fine, indeed, until a huge snow storm hit.

Things went fuzzy then, for black shires and friesians and come thundering into the scene, knowing this was there chance to kill the harem off...
The foals were almost young adults now and understood more about the harem of which they were in, and upon seeing the snow blasting down upon them and demon and demoness's racing into the scene he rose onto his hind legs and screamed angrily.

Hooves whistled through the air as the demons lunged at the mares and mananged to herd them up out of the way, they then circled both Vision and Eternity, snarling.

The colts looked at one another and suddenly bolted for them, rearing and hitting, biting and bucking.
The valley became a very crimson valley, no longer green... blood splattered over the demon's coats as they killed off the colts, two of which managed to escape alive. He was still living though and as the demons pinned Eternity down and cut his throat badly, He knew it was the end of him...

Worried orbs had travelled to the mares who kicked and bit at the several demons around them, demoness's padded towards the fillies of whom kicked out also. They escaped in the nick of time, leaving just Sunrise...
His heart pounded at his chest as a hellion rose over his sire's back and hit his spine, he screamed angrily and leapt for the hellion he knocked him back with powerful blow... Vision threw his head high and his hooves clashed with the Dark Lord's, he struggled against the hellion as he shoved his bodice against his and then hit him square in the face...
A thud was heard as Vision fell down with another blow, with a painful squeal he drew his last breathe.

He found himself pressing his maw under his belly.
"Father... W-Wake up!" he wailed, he looked up at the Dark Lord, known as Blood Falcon.
"W-What have you done?" He asked quietly, tears rolling down his face.

Sunrise meanwhile had seen the action going on between both stallions and seeing her sire, Eternity also dead she let tears flow down her face before tackling off the demoness who leapt at her.
She bolted towards the mares who were crying also, many cowered and wept, though He and several others let tears flow though they fought on and on until all were gone apart from Blood Falcon.

He came to Vision's side, touching his barrel.
"I love you..." came his croaky, saddened tones, He turned to Blood Falcon and rose over his head, suddenly hitting him, though he lunged, hooves collided and scratched and stabbed until Shadow lay, dead upon the ground also.

Sunrise and the other fillies and mares dissapeared, several were killed also.

He escaped, in agony, pain and fear and saddness overwhelming him, screaming out his saddened cries, the filly of whom he was fond of, had dissapeared, his parents had died... They had been killed.

Arriving at this place he waited patiently until he had been king to all though he treated all equal. He was one to treat those in which he would like to be treated. He looked on and on waiting for the filly he had known though never had she been found. He continued on pushing on.

Now King of Lights he would only be what expected to be but at the same time only more. He was one of truth. His wounds from previous ages had healed and now he was bound to do nothing but only what he needed. Nicker emitted for the world. He was not only friends to all lights but an allie. All Darks who came in his presence only wished they had not. He was one only to have them experience their own wrath.

No longer a colt but a steed. He was the one who made all decisions most right but if wrong he lived to make it right. He wanted all lights to be happy if possible and his job would not be done till they were. He just hoped that he would be the greatest there ever was. He would live to his name and live to his duties.


(Being i dont know wether we would use our own horse or you pick the name. I left it blank. All RPG's are different. So let me know.)

[♥Lethal♥]

OOC- Well, it was worth a try.

[spania]

Man that sucked...lol

[♥Lethal♥]

lol. Mine sucked like a suckerfish. Could I have been any more blunt. lol.