01-11-2017, 10:36 PM
He was forgetting something --something IMPORTANT. In his mind, he ranted and raved. Heavy hooves paced bloody tracks in the snow. He was thin, emaciated-looking, although his weight and strength were still there. Only an outward image, like a mirage, an illusion. Except entirely real; a living nightmare.
Bone plates erupted out from him like gory ridges, seeping blood from the lesions that trailed down his legs to the ground. Each day, they seemed to grow a little more, extend a littl further. It was a painful ordeal, but so far he'd been spared this day. And he'd looked so damn good before his magic had been restored, handsome and bulky even for a young colt, he could remember that but what. was. he missing!
It was as though he'd hidden something priceless, something precious so that the world couldn't find it. And now, he didn't even know what it was much less where it was. The loss of it dug at his soul, plucked at his heart and made it bleed out just like his skin was doing now all over the snow. It's not like he could ask someone about it; who would even know?
His heart thundered painfully, his chest ached. The damn brand at his bony hip burned, the image of an Ash tree. His master. For now. He was growing suspicious. Perhaps He'd found it and hidden it. Whatever it was. If he could at least remember WHAT it was!
Black eyes scanned about, surprisingly attractive despite his appearance, looking into faces. None of them, he knew none of them. Had he known anyone before the magician? Was this failing memory his own doing or the magicians? Was it so important that the man would need him to forget? That was an easy answer, even through the empty fog of his memory. YES. It was of the utmost importance. Required for his survival, perhaps.
He had to find it.
The black and bloody stallion spun around and rammed into something. In instinct, he lashed out, snapping his teeth to grab at skin with a horrifying growl.
Bone plates erupted out from him like gory ridges, seeping blood from the lesions that trailed down his legs to the ground. Each day, they seemed to grow a little more, extend a littl further. It was a painful ordeal, but so far he'd been spared this day. And he'd looked so damn good before his magic had been restored, handsome and bulky even for a young colt, he could remember that but what. was. he missing!
It was as though he'd hidden something priceless, something precious so that the world couldn't find it. And now, he didn't even know what it was much less where it was. The loss of it dug at his soul, plucked at his heart and made it bleed out just like his skin was doing now all over the snow. It's not like he could ask someone about it; who would even know?
His heart thundered painfully, his chest ached. The damn brand at his bony hip burned, the image of an Ash tree. His master. For now. He was growing suspicious. Perhaps He'd found it and hidden it. Whatever it was. If he could at least remember WHAT it was!
Black eyes scanned about, surprisingly attractive despite his appearance, looking into faces. None of them, he knew none of them. Had he known anyone before the magician? Was this failing memory his own doing or the magicians? Was it so important that the man would need him to forget? That was an easy answer, even through the empty fog of his memory. YES. It was of the utmost importance. Required for his survival, perhaps.
He had to find it.
The black and bloody stallion spun around and rammed into something. In instinct, he lashed out, snapping his teeth to grab at skin with a horrifying growl.
