The Portal
08-10-2017, 07:39 AM
Abigor
He watches the man unflinchingly even as he whirls around angrily. His golden eyes flashing silently at the challenge, even if he would end up having to run away. The colt raised his head proudly golden gaze hungrily taking in his sire. His ears flick away the insult about his mother, he knew she had been no whore. Other's thoughts were just valueless words.A snort bursts from him at his last words though. "Ya, I'd like to see her try, being that she is dead." A dark smirk twists over his face, if anyone could do that it would certainly be his mother. He could almost hear his mother's voice and feel her rage. She had known her father's love, but it seemed he would not be granted the same fate. Tiny dark shoulders rolled away the worry, he didn't really need the man anyway; the colt only needed himself.
The man scowl deepens at his words, but Abigor does not back down. His sperm donor would learn how unforgiving this world could be soon enough. His ears slam back while white teeth flash threateningly almost daring the old man to attack him. "I've made it so far on my own, that is proof enough that I am not weak." His slender right foreleg pawed at the ground his tiny muscles flexing. He was not some weak mewling baby that needed someone to stand up for him. Golden eyes sparkled angrily as he looked at the stripped stallion.
"Suit yourself." His voice was as low as he could manage, but still aggravatingly high. One day he would stand before his father and challenge him to a fight. It was a feeling, wanting to proof himself. A strange desire flooded through him: desire. This desire had nothing to do with sex. He wanted to beat this old bag into the ground and make him beg for his life. He snorted ears still pressed against his skull. Some small part of him wanted the man to attack, to rip into his flesh. The shadows would feast on his blood as well as the stallions. Golden orbs boring into an almost exact match. His mother would be proud of him for staring down something that doubted and questioned him.
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Talk
Words :: 376 @Crowley Sorry it's so much shorter xD
The man scowl deepens at his words, but Abigor does not back down. His sperm donor would learn how unforgiving this world could be soon enough. His ears slam back while white teeth flash threateningly almost daring the old man to attack him. "I've made it so far on my own, that is proof enough that I am not weak." His slender right foreleg pawed at the ground his tiny muscles flexing. He was not some weak mewling baby that needed someone to stand up for him. Golden eyes sparkled angrily as he looked at the stripped stallion.
"Suit yourself." His voice was as low as he could manage, but still aggravatingly high. One day he would stand before his father and challenge him to a fight. It was a feeling, wanting to proof himself. A strange desire flooded through him: desire. This desire had nothing to do with sex. He wanted to beat this old bag into the ground and make him beg for his life. He snorted ears still pressed against his skull. Some small part of him wanted the man to attack, to rip into his flesh. The shadows would feast on his blood as well as the stallions. Golden orbs boring into an almost exact match. His mother would be proud of him for staring down something that doubted and questioned him.
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Talk
Words :: 376 @Crowley Sorry it's so much shorter xD
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