Down With The Sickness

[Swifthoof]

[It seems what's left of my human side]
[Is slowly changing in me]

Birds cawed in alarm as hooves slammed heavily into an already dead cougar. A chestnut stallion stood over the carcass, his eyes narrowed. His once warm brown pools were now tainted with crimson as he looked around, his teeth bared in rage. Tossing his head, he spat on the body as he watched several other birds fly away, cawing in fright. A small smirk crossed his face and he chuckled darkly. Snorting, he looked up toward the sky which was slowly turning into night as the last rays of the sun turned the sky blood red. A wicked grin crossed his maw as he reared and let out a shrill whinny, echoing a challenge and a violent thirst for blood.

[There is no turning back now]
[You've woken up the demon in me]

[[esperanza]]

.she never slows down.
Fear.

The filly wasn't as young as she looked, with her innocent eyes and frail frame. A soft breeze tossed her thick, off-white mane as she ventured further into the forest. The trees were thinning; of course this girl had no idea that she was leaving her own territory. The scents were strange to her, but she always wanted to explore. She always had longed to see what was beyond where she had always been.

The sky was tainted the color of crimson blood from the last rays of the sun sinking lower over the horizon. It was truly a beautiful sight; but nonetheless eerie. The tall pines were silhouetted black against the red sunset, and the chilling temperature caused her chocolate bay pelt to shiver.

An unnatural feeling of fear came to her; the instinct to run. Eva paused, but she was determined not to let her fear overcome her this time. Breathing in the air and not catching any ominous scents, she had decided to carry on.

And then she heard the whinny. A voice filled with blood thirst and hate echoed in the air and ravens cawed, flying away. Shivers were sent down her spine and her veins ran cold, and the young silver dapple froze in place, eyes widening.
.she doesn't know why.

[[R].ebel]

Tresspasser...

Dappled gray pelt shifted uneasily under the scattered sunlight in the Cimarron Territory. She was a tresspassor. A visitor, if you could call it that. The scent of stallion reached her nostrils and she snorted. This scent seemed different from all other stallions...inhuman....

Birds suddenly raised a rucus and nearly made her jump but she stayed cool. With a switch of her tail, Misty trotted through the forest when another sound entered her ears: a blood curling threating whinny. A challenge.

Misty, as a Darksun Member, was always told to never back down on a challenge. With a snort, she leaped out in front of a chestnut stallion, pawing the ground and letting out a challenging neigh.

[Swifthoof]

[There is no turning back now]

Another scent soon caught his nostrils and he whirled around, eyes narrowed as he realized it was a filly. A small smirk crossed his muzzle as he prepared to lunge at his victim when a mare appeared from the bushes. He snorted and faced the newcomer, head high. His lip curled up in a snarl like way, his sharp incisors showing as he spoke Who are you? he asked, his voice deep in an almost demonic way.

[You've woken up the demon in me]

[[esperanza]]

.but she knows that when she's all alone.
The stallion saw her; his eyes were crimson as his pelt. Fear overtook the younger horse again and she was about to turn around when another horse came into view. A dappled gray mare whinnied another blood-chilling challenge; but the filly recognized this mare. She was from her own herd.

The younger female neighed in greeting; a sound that mixed fear with relief. The chestnut stallion spoke in a low, demonic voice, and his scent was foreign to Eva.

"W-who are you?" she finally asked, trying in vain to mask the shakiness in her voice.
.feels like it's all coming down.

[[R].ebel]

Misty
"It's not what you do but who you are that is important."

Misty did not look to Eva as she neighed a greeting but did nod to let her know it was going to be alright. She was a filly herself but would be considered a mare in just a short year and she was already a superb fighter.

The dappled gray mare kept her head low, ready to fight and said,

"I am Misty, born of the Darksun Herd. You offered a challenge and I am here to accept it."

[Swifthoof]

W-who are you? came the filly's answer. Swifthoof snorted as he detected the shakiness in her voice despite the filly's attempt to hide it. A small smirk crossed his muzzle as he flicked one ear toward Misty, hearing her words. That so? he answered, turning his head to watch her get into a hostile stance. A grin appeared on his maw as he, too, lowered his head before charging forward, his body almost a blur of movement as he aimed his teeth for her shoulder.

[[esperanza]]

.she won'tturn around.
The young horse let out a whinny of fear as the unknown stallion charged towards Misty. Her hooves clattered over rocks as she turned to flee the fight. Tripping, Eva tumbled down a small bluff, her fall cushioned by some softer undergrowth.

For a long while she lay there, stunned. She didn't like the scent of the red stallion, and she hoped that Misty was alright. Everything in the forest was quiet and still. A few birds were singing among the trees, and the sunlight filtering through the pines painted a scene that was deceptively calm.
.the shadows are long.


{{OOC//Blech.}}

[[R].ebel]

Misty
"It's not what you do but who you are that is important."

Misty snorted and leaped out of the way of the mustang, feeling his teeth graze her shoulder, drawing blood, but she didn't let it lose her focus. She quickly turned and aimed her teeth for his rump, ears pinned back and the whites in her eyes showing wildly with battle.