Post by Pyrrhüloxia on Oct 12, 2008 16:11:56 GMT -5
Fear of Darkness
Shire/Friesian//Stallion//6 Yrs//18 h.h
○The sky seemed to hum a sad song this day, the winds were a torrent of anger. Inside the Auction Rock it was not as bad, but the breeze whizzed and the deepening gloom of the clouds seemed to pulsate loudly. In sluggish movements the trees rocked back and forth under the influence of the gushing air, their branches clacked together, rubbing off the mud brown leaves and bits of dry moss that had grown over their elderly masses; wrinkled trunks grayed in the harsh chill of winter. Eerie Caverns was a hellish land this time of year. The stream was completely frozen over and dangerously sharp icicles adorned the boughs of dead trees that never grew leaves in spring or summer. The sickly soil was blanketed with a firm coat of snow. The winds there were blistery and blizzards were common. This was the land of Darkness, Fear of Darkness; titled correctly, The Maggot Lord. He heeded not the cold as his long, sturdy pistons propelled his bulk into the clearing of the Rock. Snow powdered his ebony back, drifting away as his ghostly gait shook it off, and an exceptionally long mane lapped wearily at the flakes that flecked his muscular shoulders. The mighty, midnight-hued brute crested the small hill along the dirt trail that led directly to the many pens that restrained the slaves. He had others to do this task for him, but somehow he preferred checking them out himself, the others still needed training anyway.
○The mammoth of a stallion always took such little time deciphering good slaves from bad, worthless ones. His ideal slave was not one that would bow down and do your every whim, no, that was a worthless slave, especially when searching for mares. His ideal slave was the one who respected you and did what they were told with a fire in their eyes and rebellion in their hearts. It made them fiercer fighters and hardier than most. It made them respect you more once you freed them. This day, however, few worthy equines caught his judgmental gaze. Crimson eyes, burning red like Hell itself, scrutinized each broken down, sag backed horse. Wretched, vomit-inducing chain bearers. They were not even strong enough to hold a good beating against his merciless wrath. Revolting weakness. Besides those attributes, he also looked for height, muscle mass and breed type. He had found it, staring blankly with shimmering golden eyes.
○A thoroughbred, eh? Darkness liked thoroughbreds, they were swift, sure-footed, athletic and versatile. Perfect broodmares. Raising his roman skull high into the chilly air, the friesian/shire trotted in his usual stylish, floating gait towards the multicolored gal. The tall stag halted near the gate to her pen, studying her form and conformation. She had startling eyes, bright and dazzling, but placid. The patches of black over her good form was pleasing to this stud. If he claimed her she'd make an excellent addition. Her legs were long and they looked sturdy enough. He stood two hands higher than her, that made the mare taller than most others; but other than that, she was decent. Not extravagantly beautiful nor unconventionally beautiful. She was just right. Tossing the heavy curtain of forelock that concealed his eyes, off to the side, the handsome male eyed the mare. His ruby orbs and stark, raven-black coat were intimidating to most, however, he rarely took notice.
○"Hail, m'lady. You seem not to enjoy the cruel hospitality of the inner borders of Auction Rock. Or perhaps you are merely troubled? My name is Fear of Darkness. I am king of Eerie Caverns and wish to claim you; by my side I will see fit that one made up of such excellent quality as yourself, will be made free. Or at least, freer than most others." an insidious smile danced across thick lips. He wasn't lying, but his words deceived and his eyes burned viciously into the opposite's.
○"Do you have a name?" he asked bluntly, letting morose, malevolent oculars trace the contour of the finely shaped figure standing before his bulk. He waited, feeling more patient than usual.
