Shining Knight in Black (Toaster)

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C H I D E A

This was bad.
Everywhere she looked around here, there were bad things in the shape of four wolves almost licking at her hooves. How the hell she had gotten up on the rock, she didn't remember, but it was barely high enough that the wolves couldn't reach her, but they tried to crawl up on the sides. She was afraid, that much was clear, but the stubbornness shone through her eyes when she kicked a wolf in the face when he came to close, his growl turning into a yelp. Everywhere around her there was mean teeth and claws, just waiting to make her red and white body bleed. She had tried to run from them, but as she only was 1,5 years, she hadn't got the stamina to do it, even though her body showed signs to have both speed and stamina, but that would be years away, if she even survived this day.
Where she stood, she contrasted sharply against the surroundings, her body white with red mane and tail, and equally as red markings on the legs, neck and around the eyes. Pink around the blue eyes and a pink muzzle let everyone see how delicate her skin was, pink and untouched, never scratched, never marked by anything or anyone. She wasn't big, and wouldn't get big as an adult either, she would reach around 15 hh when she got to the age of four or so, now she was just a little bigger than a yearling.

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It had been a relatively peaceful night leading up to the event. The tall, ebony stallion had been merely grazing on some dried grasses when he he’d heard the snarling coming from a distance off. Images of some weakling horse being chased by a pack of ravenous wolves shot through his mind, and he chuckled to himself at the thought of it. However, he’d not been expecting to see some stunning creature to go galloping by off in the distance. His head tilted to the side a little, ears pricked upon his cranium as the little horse being trailed by four predators disappeared over a hill. He decided to follow, wanting to see the events unfold.

Minutes later, he’d come upon a sight that amused him greatly; a young horse trapped upon a tall rock jutting out of the grasses. There were four wolves growling and drooling at the base of her perch. He stayed a distance away, just close enough to see what the wolves victim looked like. She was a stunning creature, even for one so young. He couldn’t help but be a little intrigued by the sight of her coat, curiosity overtaking him as he took her terrified form in. In some sick fashion, it excited him and without much second thought, the brute decided he just couldn’t let this beauty get torn to pieces. Well, at least not until he’d gotten to use her for a while.

He approached slowly, though the wolf the other had kicked turned and noticed him. It snarled, sharp canines exposed and ready. Voltair’s eyes narrowed at the beast, pillars planted firmly on the ground. His neck arched, ears slapped back against his head as he snarled right back at it, teeth bared as if he were daring the damn creature to try him. Daring it to take him on, just to see what would happen. The wolf seemed to have second thoughts now, however, probably not used to being stood up to by what would normally be it’s pray. It backed up a pace, before cowering and running, leaving it’s pack mates to deal with the wrath of a determined stallion. Voltair watched it until he was sure it wouldn’t round back. After it was gone, his intense eyes snapped back to the three remaining wolves. He didn’t hesitate to rear up, screaming into the fading light. Quickly, the other wolves turned to see what was causing such a sound, only to see sharp hooves nearly coming down upon them. They dashed out of the way as Voltair landed a mere foot from the rock the younger horse was perched upon. He snorted at the predators, nostrils flaring and eyes glaring at them. They all seemed taken aback, until one decided to lunge at him. Voltair lashed out with his teeth, biting down hard on it’s shoulder right before it could get at one of his legs. It yelped and squirmed before being let go, limping away. The rest of the pack seemed to finally notice that one of their friends was missing, and now one was injured. They backed down, turning and running with their bleeding friend trailing behind.

After a minute of checking his surroundings for any other possible threats, Voltair lashed his tail out and walked along the bottom of the rock the other was perched upon. He whinnied at her, a sick smile now appearing. “Come down here, beautiful” he said, tossing his head up and down as he trotted in a tight circle bellow, looking relatively unscathed by the previous confrontation, yet pumped up and eager about the prize he’d found.

NOTES: ehhh i don like this post that much. D8 -stabs at tired self-
WORD COUNT: idk
MUSE: ok
VOICE: mark strong as lord blackwood

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C H I D E A

The following seconds,alot of things happened for her. The wolf she had kicked had turned around and looked at a dark figure that approached. It was a big black stallion, that just engaged in a fight with the kicked wolf first. She stood silently when he started to take action with the other wolves too, and she looked mesmerized.
She let her red tail, not as long yet, sweep over her back legs and her rump before she gave him a more thorough look. Why had rescued her, she had no clue of, but she was happy he did, even if he freaked her out a bit. he was a bit scary actually, big and bold and that smile he had when he looked up to her and wanted her to come down... His voice was dark and masculine, and she could almost hear a bit of crazy in it.

With just a moment of hesitation she came down from the rock, and that was easier than getting up on it. She was unharmed, but a bit shaken, she had truly believed that she would die before dawn at the jaws of those wolves.
"I'm glad you came, whoever you might be."Her voice was still the one of a yearling, but it showed signs of getting that feminine, sensual tone that she would get when she grew up, so she was halfway away from being an adult.
When she came down to this level, she realized just how big he was compared to her, and for a moment she felt fear again, because there was a possibility that maybe this stallion wanted to harm just as much as the wolves, even though he maybe didn't want to eat her... The thought made her shiver for a bit, but she was too tired to run away anymore.

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As the female came down, he was happy she had obeyed his commands… albeit small ones. He stopped as the other’s hooves came back to the solid ground, and stood proud and tall, watching the much younger horse whom appeared relatively unharmed after the harassment of wolves. She appeared to be quite the looker if he did so say himself. A fine prize she would make and eventually, in hopefully the not so distant future, a great source of entertainment for his sick cravings. It wasn’t every day he found such a stunner as this, and he planned on keeping her around for later use.

Lashing his ebony tail harshly against his flanks, the stallion moved towards her, only stopping when he was shoulder to shoulder with the other yet facing the opposite direction. His muzzle found it’s way to the small mare’s flank, where he breathed in her scent for a second even if there wasn’t anything special to be found. It frustrated him already that she wasn’t yet old enough to breed, though reminded himself that once she was, keeping her around wouldn’t seem like such a burden.

He moved back around behind her, before coming up to stand beside her on her other side. Nostrils flared, and he took his teeth to the soft skin on her chest to bite at it a little. Though not enough to break her flawless frame, it provided some kind of disturbing satisfaction for the brute. “The name is Voltair” he informed her, though didn’t seem entirely interested in speaking. Instead of carrying on a conversation, the brute nuzzled her cheek with his roughly. It’s as if he didn’t know his own strength, though he most certainly did. He just wasn't the gentle type.

NOTES: n/a
WORD COUNT: idk
MUSE: good
VOICE: mark strong as lord blackwood

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C H I D E A

Usually she would have tanked him and just walked off for herself. She had no guardian, and was quite young, but she didn't rely on anyone, she cared for herself, even though she knew that it would take it's toll on her, maybe she wouldn't even survive the winter, but she had no one to go to.
When the big stallion came to wards her, she stood still, a bit tensed when he stood shoulder to should with her, smelling at her flanks. What the heck did he expect to find? That little rebel in her was nosy, but she thought this stallion stupid, couldn't he see that she was too young to even have a hint of THAT smell around her?
For a moment she got irritated, but she figured it was no use, since he was twice her size and could beat her to a schmuck in an instant, so she swallowed her all-too-grown-up pride and stood still, but dared to smell his ribs a bit. No special smells there except big stallion.

The stallion circled around her, turning so that their heads pointed the same way, and although she kept her eyes at him, she got surprised when he roughly bit her on the shoulder, not enough to go through, but it hurt, and for a moment she laid her ears back and those lovely blue eyes of her showed that had he been anyone else than a big scary stallion, she would have bit back.
It didn't help when he with a bit of force nudged his cheek to hers, it felt like her neck would snap if she didn't bend her neck down a little, to avoid his cheek. He was powerful, and for a tiny yearling, with not much fat on her body, he was too powerful. Gosh, she had never imagined herself like such a weakling, almost cowarding beneath him.
"Chidea."She answered him calmly, hiding that awkwardness that she didn't want to show, she didn't need to be weak in front of him, he would crush her if he so wanted to.

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He knew he wouldn’t find anything at her flanks. Not sweet perfume that the adult mares often produced. No scent to excite him more. But he’d checked anyways, for he was feeling a little desperate here. He sized the little mare up, though knew she was definitely to small to mount. He’d have to wait quite awhile. But the prospect of someday getting to use her kept him from turning her away or simply putting an end to her. And her tolerance for his biting, nuzzling and shoving was amazing. It just made Voltair like her more. He had a sense that she would be easy to keep and easy to maintain. Like a pet. All he had to do was keep other, equally as eager brutes from touching her or stealing her away. Easy. His reputation kept most at bay.

“A beautiful name for a lovely little mare” he said, a smile appearing upon his face. At first glance, it might of seemed like a genuine, kind smile. Though really it was filled with maliciousness. “Tell me, little mare… little Chidea, where is your family? You appear to be all alone out in this world. I could look after you if there is nobody else. Cant have a pretty thing like you getting picked off by wolves now, can we?” he asked, amusement hidden in his tone as he thought back to the night's previous events.

Again, he nuzzled her. Though this time it was on her shoulder, where he’d bitten her just a moment before. And he was much more gentle, as if trying to convince her to come with him. Not that he’d give her much of a choice if she ran for it, for he’d run her down in no time. He hoped he didn’t have to keep her as some slave, but that was always an option. He’d prefer she come willingly, though. Less trouble for him and her alike.

NOTES: n/a
WORD COUNT: idk
MUSE: good
VOICE: mark strong as lord blackwood