// limits

[aPPY]

ramaskith

Ramaskith stood in the middle of the meadow, his head down and picking at the wildflowers that grew here. They had a sweet taste to balance out the grasses that he really liked. He snorted contentedly, the air ruffling the green blades before the bounced back and hit his nose. He swished his tail, the tresses skimming the stalks as well, collecting the water that seemed to coat everything. He lifted his head, chewing the vegetation absent minded. He was content to just stand here, he had experienced plenty of action within the last couple of days; a little down time was good. He shook his neck, the locks pulling and shifting into a new position against his ivory pelt.

He lowered his head to the ground again, pulling more grass from the ground and chewing while thinking about numerous things. Mostly about his past and who he used to be, the things he didn't know. And of course, about that stallion who eluded his memory. That was constantly on his mind, just out of reach. It frustrated him to no end, knowing that he had a past but he couldn't remember any of it. He got clues here and there about what might have been, but nothing ever fit together, nothing was the key to unlocking it all. He sighed, lipping at the ground again and picking at those wildflowers, his mind wandering.

// 238 words
nothing to say.
so short. D:

[Black Thorns]

Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year- stole many man's soul and faith...

Sonalane picked her steps carefully, her hide shining in the sunlight. It had been some time, now, since her last kill- she hadn't spotted another equine for nearly a month. The lands had become so scarce that her passion could soon have no outlet- and that would merely result in destruction of herself. Thus, without the ability to kill at the current moment, her coat was smooth and clean. There had been no rain, and she had just finished cleaning herself in the nearest river. She snorted quietly, dropping her head to chew quietly at the grass and flowers below her. Her ears flicked back in annoyance at the quiet peace, the absence of screaming horses, their pained cries barely still remembered. Sona missed the war, missed it dearly- there was a time where she felt as if she belonged, as if she still had a stance here, some type of power and strength. Now, without an army at her command, she could only feel that power when she killed- and she craved that power, craved it dearly. The only other person she had met with that same blood lust and power craving was Ramaskith- the one she had up and left. Touching a scar on her shoulder, she closed her eyes as she remembered how easily he angered... After those first few times, Sona learned rather quickly when she should stay near Rama or when she should get away as quickly as possible. She turned her head away, her heart longing again for her mate- however desperately she tried to ignore it. Ignoring the want for his calming words, his touch, his arguments- him, just him was all he wanted. She couldn't let that happen- thus she distracted herself with her incurable blood lust, forcing her mind off of the fact that she wanted him back. He hadn't left her. She had left him. She had to stick to that thought....
The wind ruffled her forelock, her mane rippling. With this wind came the scent of Ramaskith- he was near, very near, within the next 30 feet. How could she not have noticed him? She was to ignorant- and that was bad. She couldn't let herself be ignorant. Fighting the urge to move- whether the urge was to flee or approach, she wasn't sure-, Sona squezed her eyelids shut and locked up her body. She wanted to go to him, standing there in the meadow. She opened her eyes slowly, looking towards the stag against her will. He was just as beautiful as she remembered- but he was missing something. Something about him. Something that made him her Rama... She lifted her head, the metallic shine on her coat dancing across her muscled shoulders, her neck. Letting out a soft nicker to alert him to her presence, Sona stepped out. The sunlight caught her buckskin pelt just right, bringing out that characteristic metallicness found in her breed. Her pace was kept at a forced trot, no matter how much she wanted to run up to him. She needed a partner again. An army. She needed power.
"Hello, my love," she said gently, stopping out of reach of a kick or a bite, lest he decide to punish her for her sudden departure. No matter how much of an equal she ended up being to him, she couldn't push that which was drilled into her head since she was a day old foal. Alpha Ramaskith is your superior. You must always listen to him. He is your superior... "Have you missed me?"
She needed power.
And she would stop at nothing to get it.


--behind the post--
610 words.
I'm DYING of excitement.
Hence the reason this is short. xD

[lady shady]

Sheba
I bust the windows out your car
And no it didn't mend my broken heart
I'll probably always have these ugly scars
But right now I don't care about that part

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Like a ghost, Sheba moved silently along, halting when he halted, advancing when he advanced. She had been on his trail for an hour now, finally having found him here in the East lands. She was going to make sure he didn't forget her, haunt him a little, maybe let him closer than she had let the others. Rama was hers now. And because of him, she was going to live forever. The foal in her belly was growing quickly; it was too early to feel it move, but she knew it was there. Yes, Sheba knew. She trotted along swiftly, stopping suddenly as he lowered his head and began to graze. She too stopped, a safe distance away, where he couldn't see her clearly, but she could see him. As he grazed, she watched over him, admiring his huge muscular body possessed by that powerful being. Oh, that powerful being that drew her to him so...yes, Rama was special. Rama was different. Rama was hers.

Just as that last thought left her mind, she heard another horse approaching. A mare, it seemed. She pinned her ears where she stood, then remembered Rama's nature and relaxed slightly. He'd finish her off soon enough. But the mare continued forward, unafraid, addressing Rama in such a familiar way...my love?! How dare she! Rama was no one's love, no one's pet except for hers. Yes, she murmured to herself. He was her pet. She spat the word out in her brain, angry at both him and this, this, conniving evil little vixen of a mare. My love, really?! Seething, she forced herself to stay and watch as to how Rama would react. It was practically useless now, staying hidden, as her pounding heart would be loud enough for Rama's sensitive ears to hear. The mare would most likely not be able to hear her yet; she was still too far away. If Rama made one move on her...one sign that he was planning on doing to her what Sheba had allowed him to do...one hint of that desire, and she would confront them. She didn't care how big Rama was, she'd beat him until she felt his bones break. How dare he?! Her blood boiled as she stood in the shadows, waiting.

--behind the post--
396 words (I'm thinking that this thread can have short posts as long as they're fast ;)
Bust Your Windows
Sheba is TICKED.

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[aPPY]

ramaskith

Ramaskith turned as someone approached him, ears rotating forward. A silky buckskin figure moved toward him, her movements stiff as if she were fighting something. The spirit hovered under the surface, interested but biding his time. This would be such a lovely pelt to add to many they had sliced open. The mare reached him and he smiled crookedly, ready to speak to her as he had all the others. But his face fell and confusion overtook him when she spoke first. "Hello, my love," the beauty said, standing a few strides away. His ears shifted and his head tilted to the side. What was she talking about? "Have you missed me?" He took a step back, sure that this mare had him confused with someone else; although he had never come across someone with the same markings as he, and the same eyes.

He gently shook his head, "I'm sorry, mademoiselle, I think you have me mistaken," he said, the spirit cursing him for not playing along with this game the mare was surely playing. He fumed quietly though, sitting in the back now that the chance was ruined. "I do not believe we have met before." He stated, the confusion clear on his face and unmistakable. A faint scent of something familiar reached his nose, the spirit surging forward with zest. The mare! She had come back? How foolish of her. The shared body quickly turned, the spirit in control and stepping forward and away from this mare in front of them. He scanned the trees before control was pulled away and Rama rose up, twisting to look at the metallic mare. He wanted to know what she was thinking and why she had approached him.

Rama shook his head, the spirit fighting him. He lowered his crown, his leg twitching as the being wanted to chase the mare who had gotten away. The lovely grey mare. Ramaskith breathed deeply before the control was whisked away, the body almost falling to the ground as the spirit moved. They stumbled, sliding in the dirt and regaining their balance; the spirit lunging forward before the body stopped again. Rama laughed, a sharp 'hah!' as he turned back around and looked at the buckskin mare. Now that he thought about it, she did seem somewhat familiar, but he couldn't pin why or how he would know her. Another puzzle. He stomped the ground, frustrated at his lack of memory as the spirit rose up again; angry. "I win, you fool." he spat, turning and trotting forward.

Rama slipped back up, the body freezing in midair. "I think not, monsieur," he said, locking the being in the cage again, finally having the upper hand. He huffed, taking another breath and turning to the strange mare. He could deal with the other one later. "Sorry about that," he said, not sure how crazy he had appeared just then; fighting with himself to gain control of the shared body. He smiled half heartedly, not sure what else to say. He was out of breath now, a light sweat coating his body from the effort it had taken to actually lock the spirit away. And even now he was screaming in his mind, distracting him.

// 542 words
rama is crazy.
yep.

[Black Thorns]

Sona let out a low, soft chuckle at the obvious confusion on Rama's face. Either he truly didn't remember- something she sincerely doubted- or he was playing yet another game with her. No matter. If Ramaskith refused to remember, Sona would make sure that it would come back to him. He loved to play these games with her- he loved to play games... He liked that sort of thing, and Sona couldn't exactly say that she didn't like them as well. She stepped fowards as he spoke, within reach should he choose to harm her- and, even if he did, Sona could fend him off pretty damn well if she may say so herself.
"I'm sorry, mademoiselle, I think you have me mistaken," Ramaskith replied, "I do not believe that we have met before."
Sona threw back her head, a silent laugh shaking her. He was such a toying creature; she couldn't help but laugh. He remembered, she was sure of it. Until he proved that it was certain otherwise, Sona was going to treat him just the same as she had those few years ago. She was closer now, close enough to touch him- just barely- and that she did. She stretched out her long neck, just barely brushing the velveteen lips of his muzzle with her own.
"I do believe," she said quietly, "That you are Ramaskith, the great warrior... Mon chere prince, mon ange de la tortures..." she whispered, hardly moving close enough to let her lips brush his ear with each word. Her lithe, sleekbody moved closer, rubbing against him just barely was she began to circle him- as if she were a cat, some type of animal, a predator. She lipped at his back, letting her dark tail brush over his sides in a large, sweeping motion. She remembered... She remembered oh so clearly- she remembered it all. Why did he not? She twirled her tail, letting it wrap with the trands in his as she moved, pulling it with her before the hair pulled apart. Not much pain- just a little. Just enough to keep them sensitized... She reached out, her teeth running allong his neck as she now stopped at his side, just scraping. Not biting, not breaking the skin. Scraping. She traced the contours of his muscles for a momoent before stepping away, stepping back to where she was. Out of reach. Just out of reach. If he remembered, he would come to her.
He would rememeber.
Suddenly, Ramaskith whipped his body around to face the trees. Sona followed his gaze, just barely managing to find a pale shape in the trees before it seemingly disappeared before her eyes. Who was that? It seemed to be a horse- some type of phantom horse, the ability to disappear without a trace. Perhaps she was crazy, or perhaps there really was a horse there. Sona shook her head momentarily, before stepping back for a moment as Rama suddenly shot into the air, twisting his body to look back at her. Sona was careful to stay out of reach of his hooves, her eyes flicking to the scars on her pelt. You must not anger Alpha Ramaskith; he has no qualms about killing foals... Yes. She had gotten in the way of his striking hooves too many times. Pressing her ears against her head, she watched Rama carefully as he went on his mini fit, laughing and stomping and running just the tiniest bit before returning and rearing, and speaking.
"I win, you fool!" he spat out, trotting fowards towards the phantom mare, before rearing up, freezing and contradicting himself. Rama turned, moving back towards her. Did he remember?
"Sorry about that," he apologized, smiling halfheartly at her.
This wasn't her Rama.
She wanted her Rama. She'd make him come back. Her eyes scanned his now shining pelt, slipping over the scars she knew all too well, and pausing slightly at the newer ones. She'd traced his scars so many times, too many times... She would make him sigh and moan as he did when she did that before, make him hers again. She wanted him back... She wanted her ange de la torture. She reached fowards, running her lips over old scars- some of which were her doing. Perhaps he would remember that, perhaps he would remember what she had done so many, many times before.
Her Rama.
No one else.

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752 words
HER RAMA, SHADY.
Lay off. o.e
She had him longer, anywho. Plus she knows aaawwwll of these things about him Sheba don't know... and how to make him mooooan... xD

[lady shady]

Sheba
I bust the windows out ya car
You know I did it cuz I left my mark
Wrote my initials with the crowbar
And then I drove off into the dark

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Sheba watched furiously as the mare reacted to Rama's obvious confusion. Just like she had done merely days ago, hours ago, she approached her pet, murmuring to him, caressing him, trailing her tail around him. How dare she?! Who did she think she was anyway? Stupid mare with that shining, scarred pelt, thinking Rama should be remembering her. Rama wouldn't remember her if he knew what was good for him. He could smell her now, she realized, as he jerked around, seeming to stare right through her as she froze. He started to come after her, and this time she didn't care, didn't move like she always had when any of the others had pursued her. Good. He should come after her. However, the mare behind him, alerted by his odd behavior, picked up on her presence as well. Thanks, pet she thought drily, irritated that he had given her away. Her presence was meant for him and him alone. But the mare seemed to think that she hadn't seen anything after all, and Sheba grinned wickedly. Good. It was better that way. She noticed how the mare constantly stayed out of Rama's reach, and not just because she wanted to pull him closer. Something in her stance betrayed a caution when she way with striking distance of Rama's hooves. Sheba laughed to herself again. If she wasn't close enough for Rama to strike her, she shouldn't be close enough for him to do anything else with her. Sheba wasn't afraid of Rama anymore. If anyone was going to kill her, she'd much prefer that he be the one to do it. She'd run out and attack the mare right now if it wasn't for the foal. That foal. Both a prize and a burden at the same time. She must protect it at all costs, because it was her life she was saving. This foal would be her legacy. And she wasn't about to die before she saw it into this world and well on its way to glory.

Thus, she must act carefully. Sizing the mare up, she knew there was no way that she should attack her in this state. But if she was already wounded...oh, she wanted so badly for her to entice Rama closer only to have him attack her. If she was already down, it shouldn't be a problem to make sure she stayed that way. But she had the build of a warrior, muscular and lean and tough. Everything that Sheba's lithe, pretty little alabaster body wasn't. The only thing she had going for her was her ability to flee: her silence and her speed. But Sheba didn't want to flee. For the other thing she had on her side was her anger. Anger, hatred of this assuming mare, the murderous wish to make her leave and ensure that she never came back. Now the mare was murmuring again, using the ancient language he was so fond of...what was that she just said? MON PRINCE?! Forcing herself not to barrel out and ram her entire weight into this, this...she couldn't even think of a name bad enough for this one, she bit back a whinny of anger. In the process, she bit down on her moist pink tongue, sending silent streams of blood dripping from her dark lips. Still, she made no move. She would wait for Rama. In the meantime, she would think of ways to drive off this other mare, this ruiner of...of everything. Suppressing a snort, she eyed her coldly. Rama was hers. The foal inside her was theirs. And this mare would have no part in their little family, twisted as it was.

--behind the post--
643 words
Bust Your Windows
Sona knows how to do that? pshh, Sheba's been there, done that :P

[aPPY]

ramaskith

Ramaskith's ears twisted back at the mare laughed at him. She had no right. She stretched out and touched him, her maw touching his. What was she doing? He pulled backward and inch, just to put the space between them. I do believe," this strange mare whispered, "That you are Ramaskith, the great warrior... Mon chere prince, mon ange de la tortures..." His ears perked at the use of the ancient language. Someone else who knew it. She moved forward, her body brushed against his as she circled him. He tensed, not knowing what this mare wanted but some part of him said to stand still and not move. That she wouldn't hurt him. It was an irrational part, he didn't know this mare. Why did he trust her so suddenly? Her velveteen lips pushed at his back and her long tresses swept across his side. She walked forward, their tails tangling together and she pulling them apart; tugging at the strands. What was she doing? She rubbed her daggers along his neck and he let her. His mind went blank and he just wanted to surround himself in her touch. What the hell was going on? A long sigh was pulled from his lungs, his head lowering just a bit. Then the touch was gone and his head shot into the air. He jumped to the side, away from the mare. His ears pinned again as he faced the glimmering mare. What was she doing to him?

He composed himself, the spirit yelling at him and refusing to give up his fight. Rama shook his head as if to rid the creature from his mind, but of course he couldn't do that. They were a part of each other now and there was nothing he could do to rid himself of this pestering voice. He didn't understand why this mare affected him like she did. And she obviously did know him, although he had no recollection of her at all. The great warrior? It didn't make any sense. Who was she? Or better yet, who was he? Everything was such a big mess and he felt as if his brain would explode at any moment trying to fit these puzzle pieces together. They just didn't go. It was helpless to even try to figure all of this out. It was all too confusing, perhaps he should just murder the glossy mare in front of him; it washer fault this was happening. A small part of him immediately protested at this though, sadness running through him at the very thought. He closed his eyes briefly, who was she to cause such a reaction in him?

She stepped forward again, reaching out and touching his skin. Heat spread from her touch and it felt so good, but so strange at the same time. She was a stranger, he didn't know who she was, why was this happening? His body wanted to melt against hers, to feel her skin under his touch, but why? Why did it was this? He stayed completely still, unable to move away from her this time but fighting himself to not touch her more. He didn't know how long he would hold out though, the need was so large and overwhelming. His control began to slip, fighting both his body and the spirit wasn't working for him. He chose to let his body do as it wished, keeping the spirit from breaking free was of more importance. Ramaskith twisted his head back and ran his maw down her neck; the skin feeling so familiar it was uncanny. "Who are you?" he whispered, desperation in his voice. He needed to understand; he needed to know. Maybe she was the key to his past that he had been looking for?

// 641 words
he cant remember. D:

[Black Thorns]

You and I have history
Or don't you remember?

Sona closed her eyes briefly, sighing just the slightest was she felt him begin to touch her softly, caressing her neck was his velvet muzzle, encasing teeth that only seemed to sharpen each time he used them... Yes. That muzzle could inflict both pleasure and pain, as she had known for quite some time- though for her, her pleasure seemed to always be tinged with just an edge of pain. Just enough. She twisted her neck, running her own over his withers, nipping at them gently. She shouldn't really hurt him, not just yet. Once she was sure that he remembered- oh, even before then- she would let herself love him as he should be. Her teeth pressed into the skin there, breaking open a wound that she hadn't known was already there. the blood seeped onto her maw, the crimson staining it. she licked a the blood now on her lips, the coppery taste all too familiar to her tongue. She brushed her cheek against his newly opened wound, the blood creating a thick, red line up her face. She twisted her head, doing the same to the other side. Warrior's markings. Something they had all done to each other, their mates- paint their faces with the other's blood. It was something she remembered well- perhaps, if Ramaskith saw her face as it had been so many times before, perhaps he could remember.... Sona relaxed, moving her head off of his new wound as he continued to caress her body, just as he had done so many, many times before... Perhaps he was remembering, perhaps he did recognize her.... Her eyes snapped open at his next words.
"Who are you?" Ramaskith whispered, desperate for an answer. That would be a no on the remembering thing... Sona stepped away, trying not to move back for his touch, his caresses. She tossed her mane just the slightest bit, raising her head up its full height in an exaggerated manner. She did this quite often whenever she needed to appear impressive, important, regal...
"I, mon ange de la torture, am your queen..." she said, tilting her lead to look at him. "My name is Sonalane. I was born into your herd of great warriors, raised to fight, raised to lead and to kill. A warrior is what I am. Your equal. I commanded your armies throughout the war...." she paused, before continuing on. "I bore your foals. From the day that I was born I knew who you were, what you were..." She lowered her head, bringing her own muzzle just close enough to brush his lips with each spoken word. "And, mon ange, should you say with me..." her voice was low, soft, coated with some type of emotion, hinted with secrecy, "I can show you it all..."
Sona stepped closer, a seductive sway in her steps. She raised her tail just enough, brushing his sides with it. She nuzzled at his well defined muscles, closing her eyes halfway. Just because she wasn't in heat wouldn't mean she wouldn't let him...
Sona twisted her head around, looking back at Rama's eyes. "Shouldn't you want to know, my love...?"

--behind the post--
536 words
OH YES HE WILL SHADY
RAMA IS HERSSS.

[lady shady]

Sheba
I didn’t know that I had that much strength
But I’m glad you see what happens when
You see you cant just play with people's feelings
Tell them you love them and don’t mean it

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Sheba pricked her ears as Rama spoke. So he didn't know this mare...but what was she saying? She was his queen? She bore his foals?! She moved closer and closer, opening the wound that Sheba herself had marked him with, painting herself in his ruby red blood. It was too much...

And then the mare did something Sheba would hate her for until the day she died. She offered herself to Rama. Just went ahead and did it. That stupid stag doesn't even know what he's doing. Remember how he fumbled around behind you? the tiny voice in her head asked her. The tiny voice...yes the tiny voice. Through her fury, the cool, logical part of her brain fought its way forward. She would use Rama's greatest strength as his greatest weakness. The spirit that wanted to kill her was the only thing able to overcome Rama's great lust. She stood, allowing her pores to open, releasing her scent into the breeze. He'd smell her and remember. Remember how she got away, how she'd called him pet, and how he'd wanted to smash her skull. She drifted closer soundlessly, keeping out of sight, but allowing the waves of her scent to crash around him. Remember me? The only one that got away...the only one who can escape your wrath... her mind called out silently to the spirit that she knew lurked inside him. Come get me...make me pay... Taunting him with the smell, she lingered there, almost close enough for him to reach her with a few bounds. Barely far enough to make her escape. But she was here. Oh yes, she was here, and she wasn't going to leave him easily. That little witch of a mare wasn't going o get what she wanted anytime soon.

Closer and closer she drifted, coaxing him, calling him. She made no noise of course; it was not to Rama that she was calling but to the one that she loved. Coming the closest she had been, she began to turn and trot slowly back into the forest, this time allowing her hoofbeats to become barely audible. And while he could hear her, she'd tell him a little something as well. Not looking back, she continued her slow pacing, muttering, "Tu oublies tellement vite, mon prince. Mais je sais que tu m'entends. Je suis la...ce serait tres facile--trop facile...viens! Tu pense que tu peux me tuer, non? Viens! On va voir si tu peux...viens... pet"

[/i] [/b]She let the last word linger on her lips, maddening him with the name he despised and hated. The choppiness of her speech was mellowed by her honeyed accent, catching his attention, drawing him in. What did she care if he followed out of hate rather than love? The point was to get him to follow. And follow he must.

--behind the post--
506 words
Bust Your Windows
sorry if you can't understand the french, I did it all myself and there's a good chance that I butchered the grammar xD
follow her Rama. or else. [/left][/size]

[aPPY]

ramaskith

Rama snorted as the mare bit into his withers, blood welling in the spot, which had been opened not that long ago. He stomped his hoof, unhappy. She wasn't allowed to hurt him. She rubbed her cheeks against the wound though, smearing it across her skin. He blinked a few times, still images flickering through his head. Horses with those markings, standing around him and waiting to march forward; to march into battle. He shook his head, the images fading. What was that? He sighed, the mare stepping away and tossing her locks and raising her head at his question. "I, mon ange de la torture, am your queen..." she started. His queen? He didn't have a queen. He was alone. He had always been alone, ever since that day he woke on the ground. What was she talking about? "My name is Sonalane. I was born into your herd of great warriors, raised to fight, raised to lead and to kill. A warrior is what I am. Your equal. I commanded your armies throughout the war...." she continued. Sonalane. The name echoed through his head, only slightly familiar. Perhaps he had hear it before? He was so confused. She paused before continuing to talk, "I bore your foals. From the day that I was born I knew who you were, what you were..." She lowered her head, her lips brushing his own as she spoke. "And, mon ange, should you say with me..." her voice was tinged with something that he recognized, his ears easily listening to her and wanting to hear the beautiful voice speak more. "I can show you it all..." she moved closer to him, her body swaying enticingly and her tail caressing his sides. She gently touched his figure, tracing over his muscles as if she knew them. As if she had touched them so many times before. "Shouldn't you want to know, my love...?" she asked, looking back at him.

He snorted, moving along side her. "You tell such pretty lies," he whispered, his lips against her spine and moving back. If she wanted it, he would give it to her. He grazed his teeth along her rump, gently biting into the skin before licking away the blood that rose to the surface. More images flickered through his head, all of this mare. Maybe he did know her? She could be part of his past that he couldn't seem to remember at all. He nudged her hind quarters, resting his forehead against the flesh and breathing deeply. That sweet smell wasn't there like it had been with the other mare, but she still smelled so good. He rubbed his nose against her skin, a strong feeling of déjà vu. He inhaled again, lifting his head quickly as another smell mingled with Sonalane's. The mare. The spirit hovered in his cage, slowly bending his way out as Rama was distracted. Rama shook his head, not bothering to look for the other mare. There was a perfectly good one right here, in front of him. And she was just standing here, waiting for him to do as he wished; the other had run. He turned, standing behind the shining buckskin.

Ramaskith raised himself up, working himself on top of the mare. The spirit was angry. Why wasn't he going after the other mare? She was here, she was calling to them. He broke through, the brief moment when Rama's control began to slip. The spirit stole everything, quickly sliding to the side and off this crazy mare before anything happened. He struck out with his hind end before she could even notice his weight was gone from her back; moving with such speed, fueled by his anger. He snorted loudly, turning to look at the mare with darkened eyes. "I would kill you right this moment, but I have others to tend to," he spat, twisting and bounding into the trees and after that grey mare. Rama pounded in their mind, wanting to return to Sonalane. There was something about her, something he felt but didn't understand. She had to have been telling the truth before, but he just couldn't remember it! The spirit shut him up though, eating up the ground and doging trees to get to that mare.

Words reached his sensitive ears, "Tu oublies tellement vite, mon prince. Mais je sais que tu m'entends. Je suis la...ce serait tres facile--trop facile...viens! Tu pense que tu peux me tuer, non? Viens! On va voir si tu peux...viens... pet" He growled at that last, he was no ones pet. He could see the grey figure within the trees and he rushed forward as she began to slow. He stopped in front of her, cutting her off. He smiled wickedly, his face twisting into something that didn't resemble a smile at all. "We meet again, ma chéri," he said, stepping close to her. She would die. She would pay for running off. His eyes flashed with anger. She would learn not to mess with strangers.

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