12-13-2015, 02:11 PM
κακό
A shadow stretched around the friesian as he walked with a heavy, long stride into the field. Oh, how he hated to be here. If he didn't have to claim a mare in order to become an owner of land, he wouldn't have come. His jet black coat shined in the sun as he crossed the land. His breath was deep and rhythmic, like ocean waves crashing onto a tropical shore. His large body halted, and he began to take notice all of the equine around him.
Many were mares lined up, being courted by jittery, love-struck stallions. The sight of it made him sick. A look of disgust clung to his face as his burgundy eyes swept across the land. His chocolate rimed ears swiveled atop his head, picking up on strange tones in the voices around him. A tone he could not place, perhaps one he had never been subjected to. After a few moments of searching, a word finally arose in his head, he muttered softly to himself, "Kindness."
That word had never been shown to him. It was a fairy tale, a myth, a lie. Anger overtook him as he thought about how his 'family' tossed him aside. He was a forgotten piece of trash. His muzzle crinkled up and his tail twitched. He pawed the ground furiously, he wished for their demise. Breathe. Just breathe. He silently said to himself. He shook out his thick mane to clear his head and started again towards the safe haven of the treeline.
A twitchy, jumpy young mare caught his eye. A smirk curled around his lips, "Perfect." He muttered. She was a little out of shape for his particular taste, but she would do.
His muscles are perfectly built, being a light draft, he had a large, muscular frame. A thick, wavy mane and tail, his mane of medium length, and his tail just barely touching the ground. He was handsome, physically flawless and he knew it. As he reached the chestnut he put on the charade. He placed a handsome smile on his lips and bowed to her. "Good afternoon, milady, it's a pleasure to meet you on this fine summer day. My name is κακό." He rose up and waited for the strange mare to reply.
Many were mares lined up, being courted by jittery, love-struck stallions. The sight of it made him sick. A look of disgust clung to his face as his burgundy eyes swept across the land. His chocolate rimed ears swiveled atop his head, picking up on strange tones in the voices around him. A tone he could not place, perhaps one he had never been subjected to. After a few moments of searching, a word finally arose in his head, he muttered softly to himself, "Kindness."
That word had never been shown to him. It was a fairy tale, a myth, a lie. Anger overtook him as he thought about how his 'family' tossed him aside. He was a forgotten piece of trash. His muzzle crinkled up and his tail twitched. He pawed the ground furiously, he wished for their demise. Breathe. Just breathe. He silently said to himself. He shook out his thick mane to clear his head and started again towards the safe haven of the treeline.
A twitchy, jumpy young mare caught his eye. A smirk curled around his lips, "Perfect." He muttered. She was a little out of shape for his particular taste, but she would do.
His muscles are perfectly built, being a light draft, he had a large, muscular frame. A thick, wavy mane and tail, his mane of medium length, and his tail just barely touching the ground. He was handsome, physically flawless and he knew it. As he reached the chestnut he put on the charade. He placed a handsome smile on his lips and bowed to her. "Good afternoon, milady, it's a pleasure to meet you on this fine summer day. My name is κακό." He rose up and waited for the strange mare to reply.