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 Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2022 4:23 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2022 4:27 pm
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It was sufficient to say that nothing in his life was going right. He had been doing odd jobs here and there trying to keep himself occupied and his brain busy. If he didn’t then he would be thinking about how much he had royally screwed his life up with the choices he had made. He had already confided in his brother who told him not to worry, but how could he not? He had never been the one to want to settle down. Never had been the one to want to have children. He had never wanted to do anything else other then his jobs. He was turning into his father. He hated the idea of that even though he didn’t resent him. He never resented him, but he didn’t exactly look up to him either. Maybe that is where his problem was..He was trying so hard to not be his father he was slowly going down a similar road his father walked on.
Growling at his own thoughts in pure frustration, he dug his hoof into the muddy ground as he continued walking towards the place his brother liked to reside. It had just raided earlier in the morning, so the ground was still saturated from the beating it took. “Oh brother where are you~?” He called out for him in a sing-song voice as he walked through the open field feeling exhausted after finishing his last job. He just wanted to find his brother so that he could rant and continue his way. He stepped into the wooded area seeing the open grove right ahead and what looked like his brother passed out on the ground there. Maybe he wasn’t the worse child after all.
“Hey get up!” He shouted as he stuck a hoof right in his brother’s rib area. He didn’t seem to move which could only mean one thing. He had a wild night again. He didn’t really care what his brother did as long as he took care of himself. That is when it happened. Everything went dark. It was as if night took over when he knew damn well the sky was bright just a moment ago. He looked up at the sky seeing a ring. A ring of fire. He felt his eyes go wide and the hair stand up on his back.
Usually, he was calmer than this, but with everything happening in his life he was taking this moment as an omen. An omen of bad things to come. He had never been a superstitious one like the rest of his family. He had a more grounded head on him or at least he thought that before this happened. Luckily his brother was close by, but still not moving. So again, he nudged him harder this time seeing him stir finally.
Maybe this was the sign he needed. The sign to tell him to get on the right path. He didn’t know how long he stared up at it. Seconds felt like a lifetime, and he could feel his heart pounding within him. He never felt fear before. Not real fear like this. He could say he was afraid of certain things or afraid of becoming his father, but he had never felt so scared he could barely move. He then remembered a time when he was a young colt. When he was afraid of going into a dark cave his mother told him he needed to spend the night in so that he could overcome his fear of darkness. He made it through the night, but that fear he felt now was the same he felt then. He had forgotten all about that. That time of pure loneliness and fear of the unknown.
That is what this was. The unknown. He didn’t know what was going to happen. What did this mean?
“I….don’t want to die…please..” He mumbled as he looked down hoping his brother didn’t hear him.
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2022 10:19 pm
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He was having the best dreams. All about his last night. So wild, so untamed, so... perfect. His partner had been a lovely lithe little stallion who liked to play a little rough so when his brother dug a hoof into his rib it was just further fodder for the good dreams. He grumbled a bit, snorted, and then promptly fell further into his dreams. He wasn't about to wake up easily.
Curse knew that his lifestyle was starting to take a toll on him. He wasn't as young as he used to be. Not that he was old either! Heavens forbid he wasn't old, he was just feeling the abuse of fermented fruit to get wasted each time he plucked a target and took them from this world. He'd left that lithe little stallion in the woods behind where he was passed out with three claw marks across his neck, eyes fogged in death, and a pool of blood soaking the ground around him. He never consumed the flesh of those he killed despite having the stomach for it. There was something that felt too wrong about it to him. He was a professional assassin after all, not a serial killer. He didn't take lives willy nilly. Only those who deserved it. He took all possible contracts into great consideration, then vetted each carefully. When he found a target that deserved his particular style of justice he meted it out, but that didn't mean he didn't take pleasure where he could. For the easiest option to take someone out of this world was to take them for a tumble first.
He snorted again when his brother dug his hoof into his side again this time much harder. Smacking his lips and tasting the fermented fruit again twisted his lips into a grimace. He opened bleary eyes and looks up at his brother who had his gaze cast downward mumbling a phrase over and over. "Mmm... Plague? What's going on?" He said, voice a bit deeper from disuse after such a long sleep.
He stood up and looked over his brother, noting in the back of his mind that it was rather dark outside for the time it should be, but that came second. He was worried for his brother who seemed unresponsive, just repeating his mumbled phrase over and over again. "Plague?!" Curse shouted.
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2022 9:26 pm
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