Post by E t i e n n e on Jun 29, 2007 15:06:30 GMT -5
The stag did not like hearing about her with other stallions, especially ones whom raped and abused her, but he shrugged it off, assuring himself that he would erase them. He would treat her better, love her fiercer, and accept her for what she was whatever she was and whatever the circumstances. She was his mare now, and he would do everything within his power to make her happy and protect her with his life.
He nuzzled her nape again, running the his soft muzzle up her neck and back down again to reassure her, he hoped, that he would not be like them and she would always have a home here.
“Horror love, you could not bored me if you tried.” He cooed.
But then she asked it. It dreaded question. He should have known that if he had asked her to share her past, he would be expected to share his. It wasn’t that he was ashamed of his blood stained past, in fact, he had done everything he was taught was right. He only judged on what he believed and past judgment on whom he saw needed it. Everything he was today was a product of whom his heard, his parents and ‘friends’, have taught and raised him to be. But did that not make him their subdominant, their follower? No. That was why he left in the first place. He would never settle for second best. His father realized that. But, would his femme accept his past?
Etienne sighed and began,
“It was no bed of roses on my part either… I was born a twin. The oldest son of the herd’s Lead Stallion. Tain, my brother, and I were pretty much a set pair, inseparable and unruly. We lived in a herd of darks and were raised to be nothing but. Though we lived along side lights, in the same valley, the herd elders tried there best to mold us the darkest of the dark.
It worked for awhile, I suppose, but often while Tain and I would go off and play alone, creating trouble and such for others, the Lights would spot us and figure two colts couldn’t do much damage if they attacked and would come to lecture us on how everything we were was wrong, a sin, and try there hardest to turn us light.
I resented them for it and hatred toward the began to build itself within me, but Tain was slowly beginning to listen to them. One day we staged an attack to show the lights that they could never convert us. We found a cougar’s den close to the light’s playing fields and were going to lead the cat to its next meal. We got there and Tain had regrets. Before he went to lure the cougar, he warned the lights. I found out and we fought as the lights gathered there young and left. Tain said he wished to become a light and I pushed him out into the field. I saw the cat watching us and broke my brothers hind legs so he couldn’t run. Then I left him there for the cougar and returned to the herd.
My brother was dead and I grew darker. Once I was old enough, I tried to steal one of my fathers mares. He found out and the resulting brawl left the fem dead. He new I would never settle of being anything but lead and it frightened him. He exiled me from the herd and I succeeded in getting into trouble, beaten and bloodied, along the road until I found this place… and you and here I stand.” He finished and waited for a reaction from the mare. Even he believe himself heartless for slaughtering his own brother, why shouldn’t she?
He nuzzled her nape again, running the his soft muzzle up her neck and back down again to reassure her, he hoped, that he would not be like them and she would always have a home here.
“Horror love, you could not bored me if you tried.” He cooed.
But then she asked it. It dreaded question. He should have known that if he had asked her to share her past, he would be expected to share his. It wasn’t that he was ashamed of his blood stained past, in fact, he had done everything he was taught was right. He only judged on what he believed and past judgment on whom he saw needed it. Everything he was today was a product of whom his heard, his parents and ‘friends’, have taught and raised him to be. But did that not make him their subdominant, their follower? No. That was why he left in the first place. He would never settle for second best. His father realized that. But, would his femme accept his past?
Etienne sighed and began,
“It was no bed of roses on my part either… I was born a twin. The oldest son of the herd’s Lead Stallion. Tain, my brother, and I were pretty much a set pair, inseparable and unruly. We lived in a herd of darks and were raised to be nothing but. Though we lived along side lights, in the same valley, the herd elders tried there best to mold us the darkest of the dark.
It worked for awhile, I suppose, but often while Tain and I would go off and play alone, creating trouble and such for others, the Lights would spot us and figure two colts couldn’t do much damage if they attacked and would come to lecture us on how everything we were was wrong, a sin, and try there hardest to turn us light.
I resented them for it and hatred toward the began to build itself within me, but Tain was slowly beginning to listen to them. One day we staged an attack to show the lights that they could never convert us. We found a cougar’s den close to the light’s playing fields and were going to lead the cat to its next meal. We got there and Tain had regrets. Before he went to lure the cougar, he warned the lights. I found out and we fought as the lights gathered there young and left. Tain said he wished to become a light and I pushed him out into the field. I saw the cat watching us and broke my brothers hind legs so he couldn’t run. Then I left him there for the cougar and returned to the herd.
My brother was dead and I grew darker. Once I was old enough, I tried to steal one of my fathers mares. He found out and the resulting brawl left the fem dead. He new I would never settle of being anything but lead and it frightened him. He exiled me from the herd and I succeeded in getting into trouble, beaten and bloodied, along the road until I found this place… and you and here I stand.” He finished and waited for a reaction from the mare. Even he believe himself heartless for slaughtering his own brother, why shouldn’t she?