02-14-2024, 02:24 PM
The soulless eyes look straight back at him. The desperation. The fear. The love. The abject horror follows him wherever he goes. But he thrives off it. He breathes it. He needs it to survive. What would he be like if things were different? If he was different? He would never know. Would he? How could he know? He was born this way. At least he thinks he was. It’s not his fault. But isn’t it? Isn’t it his fault that he couldn’t control his temper? His anger that fuels his entire being. The fire that burns inside and caused all the good in him to disintegrate into ash. What rose from the ashes was a new ember. A new ember that changed his entire being.
He used to not always be like this. He used to be a good little colt prancing around his mother, never having a care in the world. His mother was the lead of the herd. The day he was born was a joyful day for them all. As this jet black little scrawny colt slowly entered into the world as his mother, his poor mother strained for hours to get him Earthside. Eleven brutal months pregnant with him, causing her so much pain and suffering. She was elated to meet her baby. The heir to the throne. Her legacy.
Amenadiel is his name. Amenadiel is her legacy. Amenadiel is why she died.
Amenadiel, no longer that scrawny colt, now a muscular, large stallion roams the forest. With every hoof beat, the critters scatter to safety. Shaking. Hiding. Waiting for the jet black stallion to no longer be in the area. The red highlights in his mane and tail blow with his every move, like fire bends with the wind.
He stops suddenly, blending into his surroundings, the only thing that would give him away are his piercing red eyes and his mane and tail. Up ahead he notices is a young black Tobiano. Mare or stallion, he can’t tell. He jumps, hearing the sound of splashing water. His heart beat settling, once seeing that it was a young mare walking towards the tobiano. He smells smoke, ash. Something familiar. Fire. A small smirk slides onto his face. Perfect… they will be absolutely perfect. he snickers to himself.
He’s ready to ambush them, but he stops in his tracks. Because alas, another horse comes into view. He needs these horses like he needs oxygen. He grinds his teeth in anticipation of the adrenaline.
Wings flap above him. He looks up, breaking the stare to the nearby horses and back over to them, not realizing that the bird that soars above and lands on a branch is one of them.
He stretches his black and red tinted wings, not having used them in a while. He stays hidden, only thing that’s somewhat visible is his red glowing eyes, staring straight to the unsuspecting others.
He used to not always be like this. He used to be a good little colt prancing around his mother, never having a care in the world. His mother was the lead of the herd. The day he was born was a joyful day for them all. As this jet black little scrawny colt slowly entered into the world as his mother, his poor mother strained for hours to get him Earthside. Eleven brutal months pregnant with him, causing her so much pain and suffering. She was elated to meet her baby. The heir to the throne. Her legacy.
Amenadiel is his name. Amenadiel is her legacy. Amenadiel is why she died.
Amenadiel, no longer that scrawny colt, now a muscular, large stallion roams the forest. With every hoof beat, the critters scatter to safety. Shaking. Hiding. Waiting for the jet black stallion to no longer be in the area. The red highlights in his mane and tail blow with his every move, like fire bends with the wind.
He stops suddenly, blending into his surroundings, the only thing that would give him away are his piercing red eyes and his mane and tail. Up ahead he notices is a young black Tobiano. Mare or stallion, he can’t tell. He jumps, hearing the sound of splashing water. His heart beat settling, once seeing that it was a young mare walking towards the tobiano. He smells smoke, ash. Something familiar. Fire. A small smirk slides onto his face. Perfect… they will be absolutely perfect. he snickers to himself.
He’s ready to ambush them, but he stops in his tracks. Because alas, another horse comes into view. He needs these horses like he needs oxygen. He grinds his teeth in anticipation of the adrenaline.
Wings flap above him. He looks up, breaking the stare to the nearby horses and back over to them, not realizing that the bird that soars above and lands on a branch is one of them.
He stretches his black and red tinted wings, not having used them in a while. He stays hidden, only thing that’s somewhat visible is his red glowing eyes, staring straight to the unsuspecting others.