I Am to Be a Prized Mare or I WILL Leave

[Dream]

Prize walked into the land and immediatly bellowed her demand to be a prized mare. She stamped through the land like a tornado and went to a river.

-click her name 'Prize'

[Thorn]

An evil laugh rung out and Death Bringer stepped forward in his demon form, “What is the matter Little Prize?” He teased her, he hadn’t gone back to his nice form since he found out about his brothers death, “No matter what you want, you have yet to prove yourself to be a prized mare. You can try to leave, but that won’t happen.”

[SoulofDarkness]

Horror stepped up behind his brother, "Or better yet, why don't we just make her a dead mare? If you think you're so great, then show us your worth! And if you even take a step towards the barrier, I can guarantee your life wont last much longer." He grinned viciously at the small mare, his dark side brimming to the surface.

[Dream]

Prize snorted viciously and struck out against the larger stallion. He was half the size of Crone, but she was third the size of Crone. Prize saw another stallion come into view. Oh my. A challenge? Just the way I like it! she thought to herself. Prize bellowed and kicked out at the second stallion. Prize bellowed and the calvory arrived. Crone thundered in like a hurricane.

[SoulofDarkness]

Horror jumped nimbly to the side. "Ha! Guess it took less taunting then we thought it would... perfect." He had been waiting for Crone to come, he wanted some excitement.

[Thorn]

“Back down Crone, or else be banished from this land, and WE will keep your ‘prized’ sister.” He bellowed in laughter, his demon form had yet to leave him, “Kinda sad she needs her brother.” He said to his brother.

[SoulofDarkness]

"Yeah..." Horror joined in, "I hate weaklings who rely on others like that." He stepped forward menacingly. "Will you fight us, Crone? Do you honestly think you have a prayer of winning? Or do you not care what happens to your sister once you are lying dead or banished?"

[Dream]

Crone snorted angrily. She is under 4 years old Satan! I vowed my mother I would protect her by all means! She came looking for me and ended up here! Crone nearly yelled. Prize ran behind him for protection.

[Thorn]

Satan laughed, “That’s not what I saw, back down and let me deal with the mare or leave forever and never come back.” Satan hated when people challenged his rank especially spoiled mares and stallions, who weren’t fit to be a forcer.

[Dream]

Crone was suddenly worried. Deal with her? How? Crone asked. At that moment, the biggest explosion in the history of biggest explosion of estrus blasted into the air. It was unbarable, even almost for Crone. Be held his breathe and breathed out of his mouth instead of his nose. The scent dwindled down tons for Crone when he did that. Fear of being raped surged through Prize's body and she attempted to flee.

[Thorn]

Death Bringer smelled it but his mind was twisted and turned. He looked at the two blood thirsty, “I don’t think you qualify as a forcer anymore Crone…You don’t have what it takes.” Satan’s eyes were green serpents and they challenged Crone.

[SoulofDarkness]

Horror laughed, "He never did. He's just a babied mama's boy who thinks he's all that. He's worth less then the lowest mare here as far as I'm concerned; at least they have guts!" His eyes narrowed, and he took a step towards crone, "So what's it gonna be, cry-baby?" He noticed the change in himself, in his actions, but he couldn't stop. He liked the new him, he could finally stand up for himself without living in his brother's shadow his whole life.

[Dream]

Crone snorted. I don't care if I do. I just don't want her getting hurt. I love her. he said. I don't want her getting hurt in any way. Kinda like you and Horror. You don't want each other to get hurt. Same with my sister. You and Horror love one another in brotherly ways. I love my sister in a brotherly way. Crone said. It's natural instinct to protect your siblings. Crone explained.

[SoulofDarkness]

Horror snorted, "Like I care what your reasons are, the point is, she is a Forcer's mare, and you are currently in the Forcer's land, following Forcer rules. If you don't like that, then leave and never come back, but your sister will be staying here." Horror was in no mood to negotiate, he regarded the scene with a cold, apathetic gaze, his indifferent, piercing eyes locking into those of the stallion's. He was just waiting for the stallion to give him a reason to attack, and then he wouldn't have to hold back. He could just lose control. How much he wanted to lose control...

[Dream]

-Sorry, but this thread is for Horror, Satan, Prize, and Crone only. Please delete your reply. Thank you.-