Post by pinkrose on Nov 27, 2010 15:23:18 GMT -5
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It was cold, no doubt. The wind would not cut the stag a break, but it did not bother him. Challenges only pushed him farther. So... what was he doing here? Why, he was trying to find a decent herd to join. A Dark herd. He wanted a herd that had the same malicious tendencies that he had. Criminal smirked, his black daggers crushing the snow underneath them as he stalked forward. A bumpy trot, his head bobbing up in down in a slow rhythm and his mane moving behind him. It was early morning, the sun gently beating down on him from above thin and wispy clouds. The clouds reminded him of his mane, thin and pretty. The sky reminded him of his spirit, everlasting and always there. Criminal reminded himself that this herd might not accept him but... who would not accept him? He was handsome and strong with a 'decent' head on his skinny shoulders.
Finally, the stag came upon a large black forest. It went on in almost all directions for as far as he could see. Well, if it sheltered him from the wind, he might as well. Crim let out a little snort, wondering why it was so easy to trespass. He really did not care how far he went in, he wouldn't get too badly hurt by the King of these lands. Besides, why would they go after a seemingly harmless stag like himself? Criminal was not in his best shape, no. He was skinny, his three year old muscles had left him. The beast had spent most of his time roaming where there was little vegetation and little water. It was just where he liked to be. Alone and challenging the world. Yet... he grew tired of the pitiful game and soon decided he would try to join a herd. Criminal had heard that this one was stronger, or better, or whatever that old stallion had told him awhile ago.
Eventually, he came upon a small pond. Thirst took over and he lowered his neck to gently sip up the water. After he was finished, a devilish grin wrapped around his maw as he pounded the ground with one hoof. "Dare no one come find me? I have trespassed these lands and drinken your water. Yet here I stand alone." Criminal's voice was calm, not too loud. The liver chestnut was talking as if to another horse, but he was alone. Should any horse come out and challenge him? Ask why he was here and give him a good beating? All he wanted was some attention from this herd but he was not getting it. Anyway, some horse would find him eventually. Criminal was pretty sure he had a strong scent! After all, he smelled of rogue and death. Although he wasn't exactly dying, he had been around many dying horses.
{Yeah, I'm a wanted man;
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