Post by E t i e n n e on Jun 15, 2007 16:41:08 GMT -5
The Goddess Named Me
Etienne
The Devil Calls Me
Sin
Life Has Cursed Me
5 year
I am Molded
Clydesdale
I am Built
17.4 hh
I am a Territorial
Brute
I Have Been Thrown To
The Darkness
I Have Been Bled
Chestnut-Ivory
My Tresses Are Painted
The Purest Ebony
They Say Me To Be
possessive and strong-willed
My Past is No Example of the Present
Two strapping young clydesdale colts, fleeces of chestnut and ebony, flitted through the dark trees of the warm, summertime forest. Their hooves beat the ground quietly as if they were sneaking. A quite snicker from one of them proved the theory correct. Pranksters, these two, out for troublemaking and tricks. Or was it something more? Surely these foals were only seeking childish amusement.
The size difference of the two was only slight, but the larger was leading. He held himself proudly and cocky. He retained a dark glory unlike any mere colt should. This one was trouble. In his eyes burned a passion for something a colt should not even know the properties of. This little one was not just here for a prank. No, this was something much darker.
The Smaller colt didn’t look as confident. He barely kept pace with his brother and held his head low as if he wasn’t sure of what he was doing and would turn and run back home at any minute. Regretful eyes studied the larger foal as if trying to figure something out.
“Brother, where are we?” The smaller colt spoke up in a whisper, a slight lit in his shaky voice.
“Hush, Tain. They might hear you.” The larger scolded his brother, the lit in his voice much heavier than that of the other.
Silence wove its way around the clydesdale colts as they ran farther into the nighttime forest. Past trees and bushes they went, past moon vine and honeysuckle. A midnight owl hooted softly overhead in his search for small rodents on the ground. In seemed like hours had passed before Tain, the smaller colt spoke again.
“Etienne, are you sure we’re going the right way?” He asked.
“Yes. Hush, Tain.” Etienne hissed. His brother seemed to be getting on his nerves.
“But, Etienne, it’s taking so long. It doesn’t take this long with the sun is up. I think we are lost.” Tain said, looking around to see if he could recognize any of the land marks in the dark.
The larger colt snorted. “Neutiquam erro!” (I am not lost) He retorted, spinning the stomp the ground in front of Tain, forcing the younger to stop, to get his point across. Yes, it wasn’t hard to tell just who the boss between the two was.
They continued on and soon, they reached their desired destination: the light foals playing fields.
The brothers stopped just outside of the field, hidden within the brush. Etienne smirked and snorted a laugh as he looked out at the young lights playing in the moonlight. They had no idea what was coming. Perfect.
“Tain. You know what to do. Go get our cat.” Etienne ordered.
Tain hesitated and studied his brother. “But, Etienne, if we do this the light will be—“
“Totus anctus.” (in a world of hurt) Etienne cut him off.
“Well, what if the lights see him coming? What if I can’t get him to chase he?” The younger brother asked.
“Fors fortis.” (fat chance)Etienne retorted with a snort. “That old cat it desperate. He’ll chase anything. And the lights wont know what is coming until it’s too late.”
“But what if—“
“Modo fac!” (just do it)Etienne growled out and Tain was gone in a flash.
The clydesdale colt stared out over the midnight field. Finally, he would get back at the lights for all their pestering and lectures for ‘if you would only try to see it our way you would understand. For his brother too. They got to him. Once Tain was as hard and cold as Etienne, but no longer. They fed him their fancy words corrupted his thinking. They will pay for taking his brother away from him.
A while later, Tain showed up out of breath and panting, his nostrils flaring with each breath.
“You get the cat?” Etienne asked.
Tain nodded breathlessly.
“Good… what took you so long, Tain?” Etienne asked, suspicion lining his voice as he continued to stare out over the moonlit field. “You warned them didn’t you?”
“I… I just… Etienne, what we are doing is wrong!” Tain yelled, knowing he was caught.
“You betrayed me, Tain! Your own brother.” Etienne shouted back, watching as the light adults gathered up their offspring just as the cougar appeared at the opposite end of the field, hiding in the bushes.
“I can’t help it, Etienne! This is murder!”
“They have gotten to you, Tain! Taken you from your family and made you think like they do!” Etienne finally looked at his younger brother as he spoke.
“Brother it’s much better how they live. If you would just listen you would see too. Yes, I did warn them. And I’ll do it again. I’m going to go live with the lights. They have accepted me into their herd. Tell Mother and Father I won’t be coming back.” Tain said and turned to go to the lights.
So soon Tain had forgotten how to be a dark. The number one rule: never show your back to anyone, not even to your brothers.
“You’re no better than one of them!” Etienne cried and lashed out at the one he once knew so well.
He hit Tain hard square in the back, knocking him out of the brush and into the field. The cougar crouched and watched with interest.
“I’m sorry, brother but if you are a light, then I will just have to kill you too.” Etienne said, following his brother into the field. Rising on him hind feet, the colt reared into the air, only to come down with as much of him boy weight as he could on the smaller colt’s back legs. Blood stained the grass and Etienne’s hooves a deathly crimson and the clydesdale turned to walk away.
“Goodbye, Tain.” He called over his shoulder, not looking back.
By the time he reached the tree line, Tain’s screams of pain echoed through the night air.
Etienne awoke to the light of the dimly lit moon. How odd. It had been awhile since he dreamt of his brother. To bad Tain chose the path he did. Etienne sorely missed him and would have loved to have him by his side now. Oh well. On cannot change what is past.
Rising to his feet, the stag shook his ebony tresses and set off into the night. Goals must be met and there was on time now to reminisce about his childhood.
Etienne
The Devil Calls Me
Sin
Life Has Cursed Me
5 year
I am Molded
Clydesdale
I am Built
17.4 hh
I am a Territorial
Brute
I Have Been Thrown To
The Darkness
I Have Been Bled
Chestnut-Ivory
My Tresses Are Painted
The Purest Ebony
They Say Me To Be
possessive and strong-willed
My Past is No Example of the Present
Two strapping young clydesdale colts, fleeces of chestnut and ebony, flitted through the dark trees of the warm, summertime forest. Their hooves beat the ground quietly as if they were sneaking. A quite snicker from one of them proved the theory correct. Pranksters, these two, out for troublemaking and tricks. Or was it something more? Surely these foals were only seeking childish amusement.
The size difference of the two was only slight, but the larger was leading. He held himself proudly and cocky. He retained a dark glory unlike any mere colt should. This one was trouble. In his eyes burned a passion for something a colt should not even know the properties of. This little one was not just here for a prank. No, this was something much darker.
The Smaller colt didn’t look as confident. He barely kept pace with his brother and held his head low as if he wasn’t sure of what he was doing and would turn and run back home at any minute. Regretful eyes studied the larger foal as if trying to figure something out.
“Brother, where are we?” The smaller colt spoke up in a whisper, a slight lit in his shaky voice.
“Hush, Tain. They might hear you.” The larger scolded his brother, the lit in his voice much heavier than that of the other.
Silence wove its way around the clydesdale colts as they ran farther into the nighttime forest. Past trees and bushes they went, past moon vine and honeysuckle. A midnight owl hooted softly overhead in his search for small rodents on the ground. In seemed like hours had passed before Tain, the smaller colt spoke again.
“Etienne, are you sure we’re going the right way?” He asked.
“Yes. Hush, Tain.” Etienne hissed. His brother seemed to be getting on his nerves.
“But, Etienne, it’s taking so long. It doesn’t take this long with the sun is up. I think we are lost.” Tain said, looking around to see if he could recognize any of the land marks in the dark.
The larger colt snorted. “Neutiquam erro!” (I am not lost) He retorted, spinning the stomp the ground in front of Tain, forcing the younger to stop, to get his point across. Yes, it wasn’t hard to tell just who the boss between the two was.
They continued on and soon, they reached their desired destination: the light foals playing fields.
The brothers stopped just outside of the field, hidden within the brush. Etienne smirked and snorted a laugh as he looked out at the young lights playing in the moonlight. They had no idea what was coming. Perfect.
“Tain. You know what to do. Go get our cat.” Etienne ordered.
Tain hesitated and studied his brother. “But, Etienne, if we do this the light will be—“
“Totus anctus.” (in a world of hurt) Etienne cut him off.
“Well, what if the lights see him coming? What if I can’t get him to chase he?” The younger brother asked.
“Fors fortis.” (fat chance)Etienne retorted with a snort. “That old cat it desperate. He’ll chase anything. And the lights wont know what is coming until it’s too late.”
“But what if—“
“Modo fac!” (just do it)Etienne growled out and Tain was gone in a flash.
The clydesdale colt stared out over the midnight field. Finally, he would get back at the lights for all their pestering and lectures for ‘if you would only try to see it our way you would understand. For his brother too. They got to him. Once Tain was as hard and cold as Etienne, but no longer. They fed him their fancy words corrupted his thinking. They will pay for taking his brother away from him.
A while later, Tain showed up out of breath and panting, his nostrils flaring with each breath.
“You get the cat?” Etienne asked.
Tain nodded breathlessly.
“Good… what took you so long, Tain?” Etienne asked, suspicion lining his voice as he continued to stare out over the moonlit field. “You warned them didn’t you?”
“I… I just… Etienne, what we are doing is wrong!” Tain yelled, knowing he was caught.
“You betrayed me, Tain! Your own brother.” Etienne shouted back, watching as the light adults gathered up their offspring just as the cougar appeared at the opposite end of the field, hiding in the bushes.
“I can’t help it, Etienne! This is murder!”
“They have gotten to you, Tain! Taken you from your family and made you think like they do!” Etienne finally looked at his younger brother as he spoke.
“Brother it’s much better how they live. If you would just listen you would see too. Yes, I did warn them. And I’ll do it again. I’m going to go live with the lights. They have accepted me into their herd. Tell Mother and Father I won’t be coming back.” Tain said and turned to go to the lights.
So soon Tain had forgotten how to be a dark. The number one rule: never show your back to anyone, not even to your brothers.
“You’re no better than one of them!” Etienne cried and lashed out at the one he once knew so well.
He hit Tain hard square in the back, knocking him out of the brush and into the field. The cougar crouched and watched with interest.
“I’m sorry, brother but if you are a light, then I will just have to kill you too.” Etienne said, following his brother into the field. Rising on him hind feet, the colt reared into the air, only to come down with as much of him boy weight as he could on the smaller colt’s back legs. Blood stained the grass and Etienne’s hooves a deathly crimson and the clydesdale turned to walk away.
“Goodbye, Tain.” He called over his shoulder, not looking back.
By the time he reached the tree line, Tain’s screams of pain echoed through the night air.
Etienne awoke to the light of the dimly lit moon. How odd. It had been awhile since he dreamt of his brother. To bad Tain chose the path he did. Etienne sorely missed him and would have loved to have him by his side now. Oh well. On cannot change what is past.
Rising to his feet, the stag shook his ebony tresses and set off into the night. Goals must be met and there was on time now to reminisce about his childhood.
