Post by Darkstar on Dec 1, 2006 17:44:08 GMT -5
Audits were flashed back as usual, a menacing preparation for evil deeds. Cold onyx orbs were dark as the night sky, yet as unforgiving as the deepest ocean. One couldn't see the mental anguish behind those marbles of sight, nor the true being of wicked mentality that pondered continuously at all times. Things were somewhat grand at this point in time, being that he had Dharma, a creature that could hold her own, not to mention her unspeakable beauty or fire in her breast. She was a clever one, that was determined to not be bound in chains of servitude. He would hold her close to him, as she is what he so desperately needs. As for Pure Luck, and the other whores that wandered his lands, he had no real feelings for their well-being, nor compassion for their own love of him. He was merely merciful by allowing them to reside in the infamous one's lands. There had been a few stags daring enough to prance about on his land, but that was going to stop soon enough.
It was creeping quick toward winter, the days haunted by the underlying cold that was to come. With that, the last breeding would begin for the year, so as the young would be born in the early spring. He relished the thought of stealing all the broods from the light herds, snapping their necks in a gleeful display. Something must be done about those damn featherweights.. but thought nothing more of it...
Breeding would be a bit nervewracking...all the bitches in his herd are HIS...but he wasn't sure if he would breed with any of them. As for Dharma, she will get the queens treatment. If she wishes to not breed, so be it, but she will carry the heir to the Ruins, and to his infamy. That topic will be approached with caution though, as he must tread lightly on th ideals of mating. He wanted to make certain that Dharma felt wanted and over all the others in this place.
Our dearest Filth continued his slow pace to the edge of his terra, doing a bit of scouting if you will, mostly for peace at the moment. Dial was low-hung, and flints lifted neatly off the ground, a showy pace but practical, to keep his hooves from clipping stones or roots in the woods.
It was creeping quick toward winter, the days haunted by the underlying cold that was to come. With that, the last breeding would begin for the year, so as the young would be born in the early spring. He relished the thought of stealing all the broods from the light herds, snapping their necks in a gleeful display. Something must be done about those damn featherweights.. but thought nothing more of it...
Breeding would be a bit nervewracking...all the bitches in his herd are HIS...but he wasn't sure if he would breed with any of them. As for Dharma, she will get the queens treatment. If she wishes to not breed, so be it, but she will carry the heir to the Ruins, and to his infamy. That topic will be approached with caution though, as he must tread lightly on th ideals of mating. He wanted to make certain that Dharma felt wanted and over all the others in this place.
Our dearest Filth continued his slow pace to the edge of his terra, doing a bit of scouting if you will, mostly for peace at the moment. Dial was low-hung, and flints lifted neatly off the ground, a showy pace but practical, to keep his hooves from clipping stones or roots in the woods.
