here comes a chopper to chop off your head They were hunting. A favourite activity, of course, and it had been too long since they had a proper one. Both of them were ravenous, with the younger hosting new wounds from the savage lashings from her mother. That they were tied together not only by blood or the hierarchy, but by the shadow mare’s decree, did not stop squabbles from breaking out. Often the older would vent her frustration by attacking the younger. No longer were the armoured plates along their bodies pristine and shining black, they bore the dents and scratches from many battles fought with each other. It was unlikely that the three stallions, all from different generations, even knew that they were related. Uncle and nephews from siblings he had barely known. The eldest, a grey-muzzled black stallion, was calmly listening to the story that the young dapple grey was telling, with the bay half-listening, half watching the crowd move about in the meadow. Early morning, the crowd was yet small. But these three were here and that was all that mattered to the pair.
A few drips of acidic blood caused a loud hiss as it came in contact with the autumn grass under their hooves, the remnants of the most recent fight that had been interrupted by the catching of the blood scent. They did not need the shadow mare’s permission to hunt after these ones, she had already labelled all that shared this blood as a victim. They could pick among them as they wished, whenever they were free and able to hunt on their own. It seemed every autumn they were turned out, set loose on the world, and undoubtedly it was with the hope that one or both would come back pregnant and contribute more to their growing pack.
For now, though, it was going to be a different sort of hunger that they would be satisfying.
Low clicks escaped them as they started to plan their attack but it had been too long since either of them tasted a beating heart of their “own kind”. Too long since equine blood dripped down through their dual mouths as they tore into flesh and bone. They could not concentrate on a plan they needed to eat. So with a loud snarl, they both took off toward the trio - splitting apart and then coming towards each other with the three, now terrified, stallions where they would meet. Which of them would be rewarded with the last, if they each took out one? Provided he did not get away... and without the interference of their master it was unlikely that such a thing would happen. ripley & nostromo |
-- they are hunting Tetagus (black stallion), Eckhart (bay stallion), Valoel (grey stallion)
