// World So Wrong [Hud]

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[bg=000000][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,1,true] AND I JUST WANT TO TAKE YOUR INNOCENCE THERAN ________________________________________ He had not left these mountains in years; his memory of youth long past rather blurred and distorted to where there was nothing but these mountains. He had to withstand the various herds along with their Kings; Theran snorted indignantly as he used the title loosely, his breathe clouding into a thick fog before him as his skin twitched and quivered. He had learned years ago to tolerate the cold like he did the herds, even once upon a time descended the mountains deep to..tease the others. They were naive in their beliefs of how well they were protected and Theran shuddered in pleasure at shattering their fragile little worlds while in a way leaving his mark upon them. He had no reguard for their lives and left a physical proof of this as the bodies of weaker herd members would be found in snow painted red and though not seen all were certain of who did such a thing, but none ever built up the courage to confront the ebony stallion. He was spat at as being demonic, cold and dead eyes that would steal the life of others, a genuine male succubus in some ways and he merely chuckled at their pithy little rumors. Budik was another concern; their arrangement as it could be called was one that left little desire for Theran to take up old habits persay when it came to this new herd; even at times he found himself rather liking the King, yet again he used the term loosely. He had become the adviser out of pure need that Budik had; craved and lusted after the knowledge the larger brute could offer about his new home and in his ever growing thirst for dominance and power Theran appeased to Budiks' wants. Though he was in some sense apart of the herd he never was found among them, mutations were a more common occurrence now as it was giving breathe to some truly monstrous looking creations, some in which he could not believe allowed to continue in life, but no doubt the parents inability to think logically and more so with those pesky emotions they clung too so tightly. Spouting off about unconditional love for the child, that impossible for them to just simply destroy them. It caused him to roll his eyes; they could not breed stronger generations when the first was so weak. In Therans' mind it would be breeding season soon and the prospects gave the stallion a thrill; he did not care whether willing or not, if he found a mare suitable enough to carry his lineage he would take the opportunity. It was why he was down among the herd; his visits becoming more frequent it seemed and unnerving which he grinned wickedly at. For his own amusement he craned his neck and snapped at the heels of a small group of mares and fillys, their shrieks causing him to smile a Cheshire like grin, eye burning in malice amusement. __________________ occ: well...there you are; first post with my boy in sometime.

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[Hud Levine]

Clotille had lived amongst the herd for a while now - to raise her daughter. By now, Estella had almost fully grasped the concept of speech. The trouble now was that her speech was in such a style that integrated both of Clotille's languages. Her mother knew the difference between them, but poor little Estella didn't. What her mother called both an arbol and a tree, her daughter only called an arbol. Her grammar was a little off and her vocabulary was obviously skewed, but she was only a filly. Plus, with Clotille new to the mothering business, how was she to know she was doing anything wrong?

The chestnut mare and her yellow filly stood near a small grove in their little herd, happy to be with others of Budik's reign. The were all nice enough, and little Estella had friends here. The young one had wandered off a little today, investigating a fallen log nearby. Clotille continued grazing, her curled tail swishing behind her.

Estella was thrown aback at the emergence of an unfamiliar black stallion across the way, tormenting her friends and neighbors. Her small head tilted, not sure if he had good or bad intentions. From the looks on their faces, Estella could only assume the worst, and made it her first priority to abandon her log and make a bee-line to her mother's hocks.

The ruckus behind her caused the dark chestnut mare to lift her head, turning her brown gaze toward the stranger. Upon sighting him, her impressions of him changed - she had heard of him. She'd even seen him before. Since Clotille was not one for making lasting friendships with other mares, his treatment of her fellow herd members did not mar her as it did her daughter. No, she just wanted to know what he wanted with them. She turned around to face him, planted in her spot probably one hundred feet away and accepted her daughter as she hid behind her legs. Clotille's ears pointed forward, observing the stallion's rash behavior with quiet civility.

OOC: SOOOO sorry this is late!! D: Forgive me!!

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[bg=000000][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,1,true] AND I JUST WANT TO TAKE YOUR INNOCENCE THERAN ________________________________________ He had noticed the golden filly and eyed her curiously; burning eyes staring intently at her before she ran off to no doubt her mother. The mare stared at Theran with no hint of fear or even wonder which often came when first presented with his mutated eyes and he found this...interesting. Approaching he looked upon the filly in slight disgust, never favoring the gender when it came to his own offspring and so much so that he was convinced he could not reproduce such a weak gender and those who were came out to be the breeding with another stallion that would end in the youths short life. He stood rather close to the mare uninterested in the concept of personal space, more yearning for the close proximity to unerve her or in the least make her wary of his presence. But then again he kept his eyes trained on the filly and tilted his head in a curious manner as if he were trying to figure out the filly; he was unable to truly react as he normally would as there was no doubt in his mind this was a foal of Budiks' and though he didn't fear the King he was not stupid to start a confrontation over something as worthless. "Is that yours?" His voice was a harsh hiss that would sting at the ears, but cold and detached hinting somewhat at his thoughts on the matter. He cared for foals less than he did mares and found their antics irritating and even annoying; constant prancing about and gleeful looks upon their faces. Theran treated his own much differently that others when it came to raising, though he still firmly believed it was the mares responsibility to care for the young to a certain point. Snorting he finally looked toward the mare and pressed further with a slight growl. "Answer me." __________________ occ: yuck..sorry this is rather..well not good.

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[Hud Levine]

The stallion approached with a looming air to him. His coat was black as night and his eyes... She'd not seen before... Her mouth remained closed as she stood, unwilling to cower in his presence as so many did. His focus seemed more on Estella than her. The poor filly stood on the opposite side, putting her mother between her and the beast. She nickered quietly to Clotille, as if warning her that the stallion was too close for comfort. Clotille's large doe eyes looked to him as he asked his question.

Is that yours? What sort of manners did this stallion have? From anyone else, the curly-maned liver chestnut beauty would lose her temper, but she could not to him. Theran was known to be unpredictable. He could harm her and her daughter if he wanted to and she didn't want to give him a reason to. Clotille's expression remained calm and collected as she watched him and thought on how to respond without submitting herself to him but also not offend him. It was a fine line, to be sure.

Meanwhile, Estella winced at his second command. Her mother? Letting him speak like that? Something was wrong. The small filly's ears fell back on her head as she shut her eyes as if to keep him out of her thoughts. Clotille's tail flicked a little as his harsh words fell on her. Apparently she'd managed to offend him just by thinking of the right thing to say for too long. Still, his command of self was commendable. He knew he wasn't going to get anywhere without taking it. Clotille didn't think that way, but she could see where he would.

"Jess, she eez!" she said quickly, her widened eyes wildly fluttering around as she tried to collect herself from her startled state.