Post by Sillouhette on Dec 15, 2008 17:28:25 GMT -5
I n t e r n e c i n e
noun; a bloody battle
A thousand horse and none to ride! -
With flowing tail, and flying mane,
Wide nostrils never stretched by pain,
Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein,
The days go by without a care, and everything seems to go together seamlessly. The mares go through birth every spring and summer, the stallions compete for a mate every summer, and the sky is always blue. It couldn’t possibly get better, and we hope it won’t get worse.
So much for that dream.
A black Friesian has come from the darks of the woods and has decided to take over. He cares nothing of others and doesn’t mind slaying a few foals along the road to his goal. He is killing everything and leaving close to nothing. The horses of Internecine have decided to fight back, and they’ve elected a strong mare to lead them.
No matter what side you pick, you are important.
No matter what choices you make, either way, someone is going to die.
No matter what you do, the final Internecine will take place.
And feet that iron never shod,
And flanks unscarred by spur or rod,
A thousand horse, the wild, the free,
Like waves that follow o'er the sea,
Came thickly thundering on
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