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Dawn broke, destroying the dream he had been having. It was something in the “adults only” section and involved a very beautiful Dare. She was glowing; silvery white, staring at him with those bedroom eyes. Her mane and tail, while usually tangled, were neatly in order, and her neck was arched in waiting. He could smell her, and for a moment, his heart felt whole again. But as dawn filtered sunlight onto his eyelids, waking him, he felt his heart shatter all over again. She was gone. For a moment, in the confusion of waking, he looked around, desperate to find her. What he found instead was another male running around. That son of a bitch was chasing her…herding her to his own harem. With a scream, Plague lunged forward, his muscles screaming in protest – he had only just opened his eyes! But he pushed through it. There was no way he was going to let some stranger…some interloper steal the love of his life! When the stranger stopped, Black Plague did the same, rearing up, screaming another battle cry, legs thrashing the air before him, desperate to keep him from falling over. He landed, ears pinned, thick neck arched, puffing himself up to all of his 18 hands. His dark eyes were wild, and he was seeing red. He stood near the stranger – not in his bubble, but pretty darn close. He wanted to taste blood; to destroy this male, leave him neutered and dying in the grass that he might return to his interrupted romance with the mare he had chased for his entire life. He threw his head high, dominant and aggressive, and took a sniff at the breeze. All he could smell was masculine energy. Where was she? She had smelled like jasmine, carnations, clover. He sneered at the other male, taking a small step closer. ”Where is she?” There was a tiny part of him that he was being irrational – it had been a dream. Look at the new sunlight! He had been with Dare in the moonlight…but his aggression wouldn’t let him back down. He was in far too deep now, and so he stood there, puffed out as big as he could make himself, ready to fight an unknown male for a mare (who was obviously just a dream) who must be hidden from him. And with those words, Plague fell silent, waiting for what he hoped was a damn good explanation. ”Speech” |
| I find it kind of funny…I find it kind of sad…the dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had | |
@Vadim
Nothing like Black Plague to eff up a morning run. hehe <3
