Not willing to leave without blood shed

[Death]

Multi-colored optics stared to the land. Bending his bodice the stallion maneuvered his way down. Mud caked legs stretched far below him. Sighing he walked further and further away from nothing, and to nothing. He wanted this land, and he would do anything to get it, or…another land, that another wasting stallion so called owned. Heart pumped with adrenaline and a large log stood in his way. Was it to stop him? No…

Snorting, rolling his optics and backing up he tossed his head. Rearing with legs outstretched, he took off, to where not even lightning could catch him. He pounded the earth with split pistons. Auds pinned back in fury, he pushed off. Front legs slashed the air as he flew across the tree. Grunting as he landed, he bent his neck side to side, cracking it. An almost whistle set across the valley. As it echoed a satisfied smirk crossed his façade. What was he waiting for? Muscles braided his bodice, and his pistons were wired straight to his skull, to attack, if need be.

Thoughts lingered in his head, almost lazily. Shaking his cranium he remembered what was in front of him, and that blood was soon to be shed. Again he called out…for Black Tear.

Come, Black Tear, your name is true. If you are willing to keep this land, come. If you want to surrender, and I allow you to live here, come. But if you are foolish enough not to come, let your blood soon be shed. We wouldn’t want that though, now would we?

Hissing he shook his body. Sweat clung to him, and made his tassels stick to him. Whipcord drug slowly over his back.

Waiting impatiently, he snorted.
First Life… next came death.

His name…

Spider

[♥ A R i E L A]

The land was barren and empty save for two figures. One stood alone, hissing angrily, waiting. The second strode proudly across the landscape, his head raised high in pride, his tassels waving, announcements of his arrival. His deep, dark eyes blazed with determination and muscles gleamed under his black and white pelt. It was the Gypsy Vanner blood that made him strong he knew, and he also knew not to take it for granted.

This was happening all too soon. Not so long ago had he found the new land which seemed to call his name and the fae who called to his heart. It seemed as if that once he had found something that was really, truly his, someone had to come and take it away again. Whether it was his father or this strange new stag, someone always had to shatter his world. He could not stand to lose this fight. Black Tear had never been a fan of battle. In fact, he hated bloodshed, the bodies, the pain, the hatred in the brute's gleaming orbs. But if he had to fight to save Echo and his land, fight he would, and he would fight with all he had.

As he came nearer and nearer to the stallion, the voice of the mare Black Tear once loved rang in his head, sweet and melodic. In the face of oppression, you must shine like the sun, my love. There is an uncountable amount of darkness in this world, and a little bit of light will never do any harm. Radiate love and love will be returned. He tried to reassure himself with these words, but here, they sounded wrong and corny and stupid. His opponents eyes gleamed with malice and ambition, sweat clung to his back. His voice was icy as he hissed impatiently, waiting for the arrival of his rival. Yes, he was a formidable enemy, but in the right moment every horse could be a formidable enemy. Because when you are fighting for something you care about, strength can come from places you never would believe in the ordinary world.

The Gypsy Vanner stag's steps were slow and deliberate. He he run, he would have lost his dignity and wasted too much energy that he could spare. Rather, his legs moved high into the air and thudded down onto the hard ground, their feathers caked with mud, the muddy hooves thudding decisively onto the ground every time he stepped. When he reached the brute, Black Tear stood squarely, his dark eyes penetrating those of his rival, his crown raised high with poise and elegance. And with a sudden, resolute cry, Black Tear rose high into the air into an intimidating rear. His tresses seemed to touch the sky and his cry echoed throughout the empty valley, announcing his presence. He seemed to hang there, suspended for centuries, bathed in a golden light, until suddenly, the charm broke and he thudded to the ground, his hooves resonating a single ring of pride. Because no one could defeat him now. His voice was strong and bold as he spoke, his dark eyes sparkling with fortitude.

I have come, and I shall fight to the death.

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Death?

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Hey Shadow, since Death hasn't replied for over a month does Black Tear win by forfeit or something?

[k2ishorse]

I think in the rules, it saidn that if someone dosen't reply in 10 days, they loose. It's written somewhere... But leave Shadow to decide, I'm not sure. ^-^