Power and greed are dangerous things to hold within the mind of a person. For the equines of the land called Calistrophe fear and avarice reign, though they are all in state of utter confusion. In the last few years’ hordes of horses came in to settle upon these silent, decadent lands without a thought to the eeriness that surrounds the place. They gathered together to become one herd, establishing one kingdom that ruled all of the huge land that had yet to be explored. It seemed to them such a place of promise, their secret greed for power hidden behind their amiable masks. After a time a stallion by the name of Beowulf was promoted to king. Outrage began only a few days later as three of the foals that had been sleeping at their mothers side disappeared. Stark panic broke over then in waves as they searched for the lost children, only to find big splotches of blood upon the dry ground in the forests.
They gathered together now to discuss the possibility. Could a wolf have crept in through the night without their noticing and killed the foals there without them hearing a scream? It was not possible, they agreed. The insidious plots that swam in the heads were put into play and a bunch of the equine split off from the herd to appear before Beowulf and exclaim their displeasure at his ruling. And so war broke out between the loyal group and the rebellious one while thoughts of the lost foals were thrown away in the bloodshed. After what seemed like days of battling the fight was brought to a sudden halt as another foal had disappeared and this time a mare with it. They found, after sending scouts, the body of the mare ripped to shreds and feasted upon by some animal. It could not have been a wolf.
The rebels disappeared through this ruckus until one day a few appeared again, led by a dark bay mare of the name Shay. They had created another empire, to Beowulf’s dismay. Once more all thought of the creature that lurked in the woods was banished and the two antagonists attacked once more, a fruitless battle to gain the ultimate power of Calistrophe. The chain of events afterward brought the two feuding places to a lull in battle. More began to go missing and now fear came in new waves while the scoured the land to find more blood within the woods and one body of a foal mangled unbelievably.
Years would pass this way, in constant fear and battles of supremacy. Many went missing though the herds knew their sad fate, and they focused attention to staying close at night. Only once had one claimed of see a flash of fur, saying whatever it was it was big and had black fur. Can you survive the battles of power, lust, greed as well as the thing that stalks the woods by night and leaves little hint what has happened to those gone?
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