
![]() I'm haunted by a carnival of carnage I stood in center of deaths playground, my harks, which were normally pinned flat against my skull, hung loosely, flopping to the sides and giving me the appearance of a stubborn donkey. Now, don't get me wrong, I was unfathomably pissed, what Taisto did was unacceptable! To force yourself upon a mare was bastardly...disgusting! Only monsters did that! Now, I know what you are thinking, you are saying, "But Creature, you force-breed mares all the time!" Well, yeah, because I'm a bastard and disgusting and very much a monster. I have a reputation to uphold, damn it! Sure, sure! I'm a hypocrite, aren't we all in some way, shape or form? Now, besides being uber pissed, I was, believe it or not, bored. See, when I first found my way to the Valley of Shadows I was known for being head strong and stubborn. I challenged stallion after stallion and to be frank, the whole battle scene was highly tiresome. It was the same fucking thing every time. The stallions came, talked shit, acted tough and went home with their tails between their legs while I escorted my winnings back to Serene Isles. I'm not being snarky, though, hardly! It would be nice to have some competition, you know? Perhaps this black stallion would offer some sort of entertainment. Tisk Tisk. This Taisto fellow has no idea what he's getting himself into, does he Poppet? By now I was used to Jacoby, the voice inside my head. He was my right hand man, the one and only being that I could fully, truly trust. We had no secrets, all our cards were on the table and that made for a very tight, very reliable relationship. Yes, and he will be praying to turn back father time after this battle. Just Promise me you'll keep your thoughts to yourself while this is taking place. I respond silently. Of course, my Poppet. I bob my head lightly, ending the conversation with Jacoby as my eerie blue eyes score the area around me. I had stacked the deck in my favor, picking a battle locations exactly like Serene Isles, minus the trees. I had grown used to maneuvering over the soggy earth and my eyes had evolved to compensate for the low visibility that I encountered every day while living in my kingdom. I wasn't taking any chances, Carwyn was way to important to play fair. Nothing moved, no birds, no rodents scurrying about. It was as if they knew something epic was about to take place; even the plants seemed to fall still, holding their breath as they waited for the clash of the two titans. It wasn't long after this observation that the pungent aroma of testosterone caught my attention. Instantly my posture changes, tensing and tightening, the muscles, which I had limbered up before entering the meadow, bunching in anticipation. My harks pin with both anger and instinct. A bite to the ear, while not fatal, would prove to be a nasty distraction, one that I could not afford in a battle with such high stakes. The squelching of hooves in the soggy earth alerts me to the beasts approach and easily I detect him as he charges toward me like a wild freight train. I watch him canter toward me, my eerie blue eyes narrowed as I try to guess what he will do. I doubted he would ram me for that would cause him damage as well as me and that was something that went against a horses natural instinct, instead I figured he would rear or jump and attempt to damage some part of my body with his hooves or teeth. As he slides to a halt I immediately set my own body in motion. Instead of pivoting away or crow hopping I simply raise my nearest hind leg, bringing it up towards my barrel, hoping to keep it out of harms way. Unfortunately I am out of luck as both the stallions teeth and his hoof collide with their destination. Luckily, his teeth grab hold just as I am lifting my leg which rips the flesh from his mouth and doesn't allow him to get a decent hold. Since my leg had been raised when his hoof struck it, while painful, it simply pushed my leg slightly under me before glancing off. Both teeth and hoof tore the flesh, but thankfully no bones were broken and as far as I could tell the major tendons hadn't been damaged. A cry of pain and anger is unleashed from my jaws as my skull swings towards him. He had pivoted though, in his first attack, so in order to reach him my forehand had to follow along. This, thankfully, causes my entire body to shift as the black stallion spins around to point his haunches in my direction. My movement, coupled with his timing, causes his hooves to slam against the lower round of my haunch. It was painful, which is why another cry of pain and anger claws its way from my vocals, but luckily my ass is fatty and muscular. His kick was powerful, but my evasive maneuver had lessened the blow and I knew it would bruised and be sore come morning. Instantly, as his attack takes place, I switch from a defensive frame of mind to an offensive one. I used my pivoting motion to my advantage and as his hind hooves begin to lower towards the earth, I initiate my first attack. Leaping forward and towards his right (nearest) side, I allow my lips to slide away from my teeth, baring them as my harks sink tighter against my poll. As his hind legs touch down my skull snakes out, my teeth aiming to grasp the gastrocnemius muscles of his right hind leg. This muscle sits behind the femur and above the hock joint. It maintains hip extension and while a horses teeth are blunt, they are very much like vice-grips and if they got a good hold, they have the potential to bruise the muscles which would make rearing and general movement somewhat painful. Simultaneously, as my first attack is taking place my hooves never cease movement. Instead of staying still and sinking into the earth, they continue to pivot my body around, bringing my haunches around towards Taisto's right shoulder. Now, I expected him to move once he saw the most dangerous part of my body coming at him, which is why I compensated by guessing he would pivot his forehand away from me. I had no idea if he would do this or not, but its what instinct would tell him to do and to be honest, its what I would do. As my teeth release their grip, my head is immediately thrown towards the earth as my forelegs simultaneously spread apart, the muscles in my haunches bunching as I prepare to unleash a hellish fury upon the black boy. Then with as much precision as I can manage, I launch both of my hind legs out, aiming for the cannon bone of his right foreleg. This is the weight bearing bone of the horses leg and it stretches from the knee joint to the fetlock joint. The splint bones were also in danger of being damaged. These two bones are on either side of the cannon bone and help support some of the carpus bones of the knee. There were also many tendons and ligament like the digital flexor, digital extensor, and extensor carpus, that could be damaged or even destroyed if the attack hit with the right strength and precision. My left hind leg burned in protest, but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle...at the moment anyway. WORD COUNT: 1291 What about when the carnival comes to your town? Creature | Stallion | Blood Bay Paint [EE, Aa] | Sixteen.Three | Seven Years | Diseased html and character (c) Rain I Stand Alone - Godsmack |
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Caught up In This Madness Too Blind To See Woke Animal Feelings In Me Took Over My Senses And I Lost Control I'll Taste Your Blood Tonight Disturbed was a confident stallion even if his look were less than satisfactory. Not like he had anyone to impress. Ah yes, there was this new little cut of meat he had his eyes on. He could just imagine dominating her small lithe body and ripping the shit out of it. Ah... but those times would have to wait. There was a more pressing matter that demanded his attention rather than raping and destroying lives (Sadly.) Yeah, Disturbed was on the shorter side, but one bite that broke flesh was lethal. He shook his body, sending small bits of blood and flesh in all different directions. He smirked at the stallion's reply. But alas, no one could tell when he smiled or smirked.. or even frowned. All they saw were his ivory teeth covered with dried blood and decayed flesh. He was a scary visiage sure, but what was really scary was what went on his head. If you only knew. Then make yourself comfy Severin. I am Disturbed, the third in command.. the weapon. He said with a giggle that was almost femine but creepy. His rotting banner slapped his scarred hocks and a little itch caught his attention. He turned his dial to see where the itch was. AH! He saw it. An old scab that was covered in blood and pus. Obviously infected. But it just looked so good! Yes indeed it did, and guess what he does.. eww! He began to lick the festering wound before nibbling on it. It tasted so good. Bitter and sweet baby. He couldn't resist now that the taste was there. His ivories parted and seized flesh. With a small tear, it came loose as blood rushed out and fell fron his shoulder down his left leg. So sweet. He gave a sweet sigh and chewed the flesh, savoring it before he swallowed. You need wine to go with something that good. He began to lick the blood from the wound and shivered with delight. Now he really wanted to rape something. He looked at Severin with bloodied teeth and cackled. Welcome to Saltine Cesspool. He said and wondered how the stag would react. You Know I Make You Wanna Scream You Know I Make You Wanna Run From Me Baby Well it's Too Late Now You wasted All Your Time --- My name is DisturbedMy Balls remind me I'm Male. I have been torturing you for 9 years. My pelt is Black. Yes I have the disease, thanks for asking. Watch out for my Rabies. I Have created Skitzo, Shiva, and Knightmare. Love? NOT! I reside in Saltine Cesspool. I am ranked Their Weapon. Leather is my Commander. Coding © Nala at Valley of Shadows |
The stallion had nothing to lose. He was now diseased, and would not be pushing himself anywhere any time soon. The challenge was clear enough, and he would not lose, he could not lose. He had been shamed enough, he would not let Vodka and Alize take the abuse of his actions. Before Lithium could come to him he turned away from Aspen Alps, answering the challenge. He carried his battered hide towards the lowlands. The two lines along the left side of his barrel were raw reminders of his mistake, of the power of sins were overwhelming.
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