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Post by Semi on Jul 15, 2012 10:38:48 GMT -8
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It was as if life had been spinning in slow motion during those last staggered breaths of the man I'd grown up knowing only as my father; not as my kidnapper, my instructor in murder. I'd watched his body become a butcher block for them, feasting on his flesh and blood and tossing his worn carcass aside as if it meant nothing. To me, at the time, it meant everything. I could do nothing but watch as his blood splattered the crisp emerald grass below us and across my body as if I were suddenly a canvas to be painted upon. The calculating movements of the killers were made in such a way that they looked like an intricate dance, one with which my steely blue eyes could not follow completely. I'd pretended to be dead the entire time, one of their hooves leaving a deep gash in my side. I was not their main target, and until they fled the scene I dare not make it known that my body was still breathing.
When the bloodbath was finished and I could no longer hear their vile guffaws in the distance, I pushed my large body from the ground, landing near my father's lifeless corpse. But he was still clinging to what little life he could so that he could tell me the truth. He was not my father. All of the pain and suffering I had been through growing up, all the daily training and the scars because of it, all of the times I'd been beaten when I'd been unable to swiftly take out the traitors in our encampment with one blow; it had all been for one purpose. It was for the vengeance of my birth father, the stallion that saved this bloody body that lay in front of me. Before his final bitter exhale of air, the horse I'd grown to call father spoke to me and gave me one rule that I must live by. I was not allowed to love. Love caused weakness, and it caused distraction. Love could be used as a weapon against me. My body pressed against his as he left the world, caking my own pelt in his crimson blood. My once ivory feathered hooves now tainted by a smearing of red. I'd left him with a single tear that had fallen from my lost eyes. I could no longer imagine smiling. I left the river of blood and went north towards the bachelor stallion herd that I was trained to exterminate.
My body kept its blood-stained appearance, even after my arrival into this new place that I could feel was fully inhabited by horses. It would be a good place to stop and gain my composure before attempting to infiltrate the bachelor lands that held those that I needed to extinguish. The autumn air was cool today, and I welcomed it's tingling touch on my wound and the dried blood on my body. My large hooves delivered my ebony mass across a field of shimmering grasses, and while I'd normally be able to take all of the beauty of the land in and enjoy it, all I could picture at the moment was the grass being stained with the blood of the only horse I ever knew to love me and yet carelessly use me as a weapon all at the same time. If my body could continue to produce tears, a river would be streaming down my dark cheeks. But it could no longer let them fall from my blue eyes and with a few shakes of my body, I shifted my gaze to the distance at my left. The crisp wind caught my blood caked mane and attempted to toss it, but the weight of it was too much for the wind that simply brushed it against my dark body. With one deep breath I wondered what this new place might have for me.
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