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Griffin
The one and only.

Muttering words to itself, it clambered through a thicket, alone and frustrated. Bored out of his mind, Griffin was running around the territory. Slightly distressed by only the sign of horses. Fur flapping in the wind ever so, he almost flew over the territory. This was what he did when he was bored now. He wasn't able to go anywhere. He couldn't do anything. But run. So, he ran. He ran all day through Darkness's territory. The entire time, bored to the extent that he wanted to die. Many wolves would hunt. Sleep. Regular stuff. But, no. Griffin ran.

After a while of running, though, he got sick of that too. Slowly padding over to the once-been-shade of a mighty oak, he sat down and decided to watch the snowflakes fall. This is what happens when you leave a wolf to sit out in the cold with nothing to do...he was bored out of his mind.

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ooc;; 100% crap. >.> Like no muse today...

[Pyrrhüloxia]

<sub>Pride of Darkness
The Disappointment

The chilly morning had turned into a chilly day and Pride of Darkness had nothing to do except sit in his lonely territory knowing he would never find what he sought. Then it hit him, that while passing by a place known as Auction Rock (a place he hadn't been too), he had heard the name Darkness said. He had heard of many other creatures called Darkness or Dark, but none had been his father. However, struck with disappointment after so many times of failure, he hadn't registered this last time. What did they say?

'Darkness, ya know, that psychotic horse that lives in... Eerie Caverns? I believe that's what it's called, yeah. They say he has eyes like the devil.'

Eyes like the devil? Were they referencing to red eyes possibly? Yea or nay, Pride found it in himself this day to journey to Eerie Caverns. Standing at it's border, he felt an odd chill sweep up his spine. The last time he had faced a world so tormented and cruelly forgotten had been his homeland. There was no doubt that whoever lived here, his father or no, was evil indeed. Passing over the border, walking silent as a ghost into the dreaded lands, Pride found the place to be worse the deeper he went. Gnarled trees twisted in their anguish, black from frost as though an invisible fire scorched them. And they reached up like hands in pain towards the overcast sky which brought them nothing more than drifting snow, cold as death. The earth here was frozen solid and snow crunched inaudibly beneath Pride's unusually large hooves. His fiery vermilion eyes surveyed the scene of torment as he perused this unknown land.

There were both wolf and equine tracks on the ground. Distant and near howls alerted Pride to what could be, imminent danger. His nostrils stung with the scent of death, wet dog and the all too familiar scent of other horses. So whoever owned this land was recruiting wolves, which meant it was to be heavily guarded. Besides the sense of danger and torment, there was also sorrow. A great sorrow from many directions. Pride had been following his feelings and emotions, so after a while he found himself completely lost in the labyrinth of trees. The foliage became more and more dense until thorns clung to the great amount of feathering covering his hooves, and snow abated, being caught by the earnestly reaching, skeletal branches.

Soon a clearing began to open, just a small expanse in the density of this wretched realm. To Pride's right a mighty, dead oak stood. At one point it might have been a majestic thing, but now it was just as equally forgotten and ignored as-- hello, what's that?

Pride's red eyes squinted as he focused on the form of a wolf laying beneath the oak. Pride took a step back into the confines and shadows of the deeper, denser woods. It would be too late however, Pride had stepped out right before the thing and it was quite awake he was sure. Pride's breathing hinted not towards any worry or anxiety, and his hooves had not uttered a sound, but he was kind of hard to miss. Standing a hair's width away from eighteen hands an' all. And in his mind, it did sound like his father to recruit such awful beasts as wolves. Hopefully this one wouldn't be very... mean.

Status// Complete
Word Count// 588
Notes// I brought in Pride because I thought it would be neat, and confusing, cause Pride is supposed to look just like his father. xD</sub>

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Griffin was so bored that he was actually thinking about his past. Sneering in his mind at all those stupid brutes that had tried and failed. Laughing criminally at all the bad things he had done. Of course, not a word or sound escaped the cream maw. It was all played inside of his thinker. Then he came to the part in his story where Darkness came. And just as he was thinking about Darkness and the respect he had for him, he just about thew up. He couldn't respect things. It made him sick. He hadn't minded respecting Flight and Tone. They were good people...rather horses and wolfesses. But, Darkness was a nightmare to respect.

Just as he had been thinking of Darkness, he appeared in the horizon. So, turning his head the other way, he hoped to pretend he hadn't seen the mighty stallion coming through the trees. But, now the horse had come in close without seeing him. Directly in front of him, but then he stepped into the shadows. That really confused Griffin's brain. "Why in the devil's name are you hiding in the forest, Darkness? Trying to lure me to my doom or something?" Laughing sarcastically, he stayed put sitting there. He knew that if Darkness was in a bad mood or just felt like disposing of him, he would. That's why Griffin was making the sarcastic comments. He sorta wanted to die and get out of this torture. He was bored out of his mind. There was nothing for him to do other than sleep, run, and think about his past. And if there was one thing that wasn't obvious about Griffin, he didn't usually like to think. But, when he did, he was ingenious.

This was one of those times that Griffin decided to not think. To not use the brain he was given. Instead, he fallowed the devil's lead. Making sarcastic comments and such. Just sitting. Just waiting. Wanting to see what Darkness would do now. Kill him? He wouldn't mind. Patience, something that came out of nowhere from him made him sit tight and do nothing at all but stare at the figure.

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ooc;; This should be fun. lol Sorry my posts are such crap lately. I have like no muse.

[Pyrrhüloxia]

Pride jumped, startled by the wolves' abrupt speech. Wait... the massive dark beast paused, tossing the words around in his head. Darkness? He had said Darkness, right? Pride stepped out from the woods and the shadows, staring directly at the wolf who had uttered the familiar name. In truth, Pride could almost be called his father's twin, complete with burning, anguish filled eyes, a light shunning coat and remarkable muscle build. However, they were complete opposites when it came to personality.

Scrutinizing the wolf carefully, Pride took a step forward, head cocked slightly. "I am not Darkness," he said with a rumbling voice, the very likeness of thunder or the concept of destruction.
[Unfinished, and likely never finished, sorry] ='((