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Post by Hud Levine on Apr 8, 2012 19:26:33 GMT -5
Musky bayou air blew through the chimera's brown and black mane and tail as he trotted today, his pace quickening as a familiar scent flowed through his nostrils and made him turn a nearly 90 degree angle in order to reach his son as quickly as possible.
He'd heard the cry he never wanted to hear again. Hostetler was no stranger to the sound of a horse in pain; it was a foal's bray that he never wanted to catch wind of in the way that he heard this one. It was Leon's.
Hoss' only colt had always been a quiet one, so when he did make a sound, Hostetler was sure to make note of it. The stallion hastened when he heard a splashing of water coming from the same direction the cry had and then was followed by more tiny screams. The valiant father strove to avoid all obstacles as he ran through the wetland, mud flying behind him as he kicked it up with each hoof fall. His blue and brown eyes narrowed to keep insects out as his nostrils flared. He was close.
Leon came into sight now. The yellow and white colt was confined to the ground and didn't seem conscious when Hoss approached. The alligator had by now taken a hold of the colt's windpipe and Hoss saw no hope of her letting go. He would not let it stop him, though.
The reptile was firmly out of the water to get a better grip on her supposed "prey", all the better for Hostetler to succeed. The stallion immediately reared up as high as he could to scare the creature off. She remained, only mildly put back by the great stallion's attempt at a humane scare. Hostetler knew he couldn't go for long before physically taking to the offending gator. His father Remy had been known throughout his extensive family as the greatest stomper there was, but Hoss knew himself to be a close second. His father had taught him right. This alligator clearly didn't know whose son she had captured. Fury raging through the stallion's agonized mind, Hoss let his calm self go and pulled up again to his hind legs. No mercy would be paid to such a foul hellion that wriggled and writhed before him, sucking the life out of his son right before his eyes.
His rock-hard hooves came down hard on the gator's haunches, causing her to instinctively turn all attention to him and the pain he'd inflicted on her. She wasn't very big. In fact, she paled in comparison to the King of the Swamp. Her size only angered Hoss more. He would not be careful today. She had to go. Hoss continued the gruesome act multiple times over, the reptile trying her own hand at retaliating only twice before giving up to his power. The beast managed to sustain a single bite to Hoss' right foreleg before her own life was taken by the one she'd so exasperated.
The hoofprints into the animal's leathery back was distinguishable from the rest of her scars. It would be clear to the others of her kind that he was not to be trifled with. Hostetler thought they knew not to tamper with the lives of the horses here. He was glad he'd warned his herd, but maybe poor Leon was too young to remember any of it. The stallion made quick work of the gator's carcass, pushing it aside and lending his full attention to his son. He was too late...
OOC: ... :'c
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