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Date Posted: 17:01:48 04/10/03 Thu
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||Several beasts had fallen. Five remained, and one was the father of the steed. Steed laid trampled beneath the hooves of the four as the fifth tried to help him against the spiritual force. Laughter was muffled then it ceased all together. Tired and severely wounded, the five back away to study their victim. At this moment the steed leaps up and rears so his head could be even with theirs. Laughter is emitted again as golden banner flies for his loved ones outside. Four remained that he had to bring death to, but the steed was growing so weak. His once sleek pelt hung in rags on his sides; color could no longer be determined. Landing hard, emitting a thunder of his own, he smirks. What’s wrong? Tired? Laughter. Beasts move restless, attempting to use the time to heal wounds. Shifter would not allow it. His form changed to wolven one and ruthless attack was made at their throats. Once against he found himself in the midst of battle. But now a call was given as he felt his twin becoming restless, Firelight! He called, returning her earlier calls. His mouth filled with blood as he ripped the vein of life from a beast then spun around in mid air and changed forms, letting his hooves sink into the tender belly of another. Firelight! He called again in between attacks, trying hard to call her into battle if she wanted... but the task was hard. Another started to weaken. In wolven form he tore the beast’s serpent tail off then sunk his jaws into the chest of him, and did not pull away till he had his heart in his jaws. With masticate of his jaws another finally fell. To the steed, the battle seemed to have been going on for days instead of hours. Great One and father remained. Great One stood face to face with the steed, father tried to rush between them, but Great One was faster and using his jaws he picked father up and through him off into the darkness with help of his poisonous tail. Shifter snapped is jaws closed to hold in a scream for his father. Father did not return to the small area of light. It was down to one on one. Legs of the steed trembled, showing signs of being ready to buckle under him. Cranium was lifted with force to be held high. Great One, was just one… the voice was no longer a chorus. Tired? He asked mockingly as the steed had before. The fallen lied dead in a circle around them, blood streaming across the field in rivers. Though the steed had brought death to eight of them… he suddenly felt small and weak before Great One. Surrender and I’ll make your death painless and maybe… ‘Cold laughter’ maybe I’ll spare half of your loved ones. That was the last straw. He didn’t care if he died, never really did. But no one… no one was going to touch those on the outside while he was still breathing. Never. He hissed. Great One’s serpent tail hissed back and showed it’s poisonous fangs. The two stallions charged each other… thunder erupted through the stillness… two sets of orbs were the color of the blood beneath them… closer… closer… any moment they would collide with one another. Earth shattering battle cries were sounded. Wounds stung from the cold air whipping past them. Only one would remain standing. The last thing Shifter remembered was seeing the fear and hate in the other’s orbs. It was a reflection of his own orbs. Shifter laughed one last time… then... the sound was sickening as they hit. The body of the steed that lied with the mares on the outside jerked then laid still... all wounds he had recieved inside, appeared outside.
Darkness… stillness… nothing… then light… glorious light… when he opened his orbs… would he be the one standing? Or the one going to the graveyard…||
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