Post by 'Sanura on Jan 4, 2009 0:05:05 GMT -5
Oracion--
Say Your Prayers\\
//The last thing you'll ever do.
Say Your Prayers\\
Midnight black hooves pounded the the uneven terrain, their noise thundering through the forest. The night was already old, the moon high above the sky in it's shining glory. The animals of the land were fast asleep, and any normal horse would be also, but Oracion was no normal horse.
Despite his small stature Oracion was a fierce opponent, he was strong and quick. When he was just a lad, his father had been hailed as a war hero. He taught him how to follow his opponents every move. Oracion's father taught him how to dance. He had been a strict task master and the chocolate brown colt had learned quickly. His mother had been the one to teach him everything else he needed to know in life, including how to woo a female. She had taught him just as well as his father.
Arched neck held a proud head high, his one forelock covered his black eye. His dark brown pelt was glistening in the faint moonlight. One eye looked over the land, his face as immovable as stone. He tossed his head causing his long cascade of a mane to go crashing upon his neck like a brown and blond wave. He came to a sudden halt and snorted, trying to pick scent of any bygone owners. All the whispers he had heard of this land spoke of a arrogant fool, Oracion had come to take it from him. This land would be his, and he would rule it. Maybe not always "justly" or "fairly" but he would rule it as he saw fit. He rubbed up against a nearby tree. He wondered how well this stallion took care of this land, did he know a stranger had already breached his perimeter? Oracion could assassinate this fool in his sleep, but that was not at all honorable or glorious. He called out a pleasant whinny that reverberated through the whole woods, and then he spoke,
Come fight, and you had best say your prayers. You'll be seeing God soon.
He pawed the ground with his dark hooves and reared up with another shrill call. It was a call to battle. Time to battle a snake, a cold merciless brute with no heart, and years of military training. It was time. Time to say the Last Prayers.
//The last thing you'll ever do.
