Post by TripX on May 2, 2008 11:10:58 GMT -5
[/i] is watching his world from above. He wonders which newborn will take his place. This time, it would be a filly. Strong and bold, confident, rebelious and healthy. She would be the oppisite colour of her parents, her mother would be a slave, upgraded to a queen when she gave birth. Her father would be the king of a realm. Both would be of pure arabian blood. Only then, would Dio's family line be continued...H I S T O R YBefore It All...
Many years ago, the lands of Midnight Acres were ruled by one equine. His coat took strength and shine from the sun, and dark and evil from the moon. His almost black pools carried a heavy weight, the weight of a true dark creature. The pure arabian stallion could move with such ease across his lands, toned features, muscles rippling under a stunning ebon sheet of skin. All the other horses bowed down to him, every single one of them feared him, for thirty two years, he haunted the lives of the others.
On the night of his birthday, there he stood. Watching over his world, it was all his, no one would dare take that away from him; a thin mist began to spray, making his coat damp, and his mane clump together on his thick neck. A fog began to role in, just like the crashing waves in the sea, bringing with it, a whippy breeze. Around him, the whole world began to spin wildly, his eyes were wide, harks were pinned back to his skull. He knew what was happening, the time had come, this was just like his father had explained before he passed away, You are the one, the chosen one, but eventually, the time will come, when you will have to give it up and pass it on to the next.
The heavens opened up, deafening claps of thunder and thrashes of lightning ruled the sky above him. The stallion gazed to the stars, and there, between the darkening clouds was the spirit of his father, standing tall and proud, just like he had remembered him. His coat was the oppiste of his sons, ghostly white, the same as his mothers.
Now both of them were watching him, looking down on their son, watching over him.
The magnificent stallion slowly closed his eyes, the air around him was suffocating, pushing against his skull, against his whole body, crushing him; his legs buckled beneath him but before he hit the ground, he was gone. Dio was gone.
Enter the adventure, as time goes on, Dio
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