Caspian enters Flam Rapids:

[disa]

As he walked into the damned land of Flam Rapits, he new it was Neutral land,
But all the dark lands were already taken what could he do, But come here and give it a try,
Iam maybe dark hearted Stallion but Neutrallity is my friend,

Caspian looked around and he liked what he saw,
This will be mine i will claim my throne here,
No one is gonna tell me to leave without a decent fight,
So come to me and fight, you gutless cowards,
I am Caspian son of darkness,
though i am neutral inside and i can rule over sheep and herds,
this is my time, and my time only,

Come to me darkies i am not afraid of you,
Because i am one of you,
So come and fight,
Come out of the shadows,
show yourselves to me,

Caspian flaunted his pride and he was proud of it.

[allisunn]

Windsoar;;

Power flitted under the hooves of this stallion. He was Gypsy Vanner and Frisian. A likely combination. He was painted like his mother, but he had the strong body and height of the Frisian. He snorted. He liked this land, he liked the rushing river, the way he could push horses he didn't like into it. But he was a neutral, he would most likely let the horse go, not just let them drown in the heavy flow. He was a neutral, not a dark.

No, the stallion had not been a dark for a long time. He was an older brute, but he was still young. Fourteen, not so old that he couldn't kill other worthless stallions. Ha! He fed on the blood of weaklings. He could smell the scent of yet another stallion. One that as cocky, couldn't defend itself. He was big, but Wind was big too, very big. He had ropey muscle that slid under his skin as if it would pop and and it wouldn't even hurt him. His long mane and tail, knotted and ratted form years of the wild abuse of being in nature. No way in hell would he ever let any horse call him a young horse.

No, he would hunt them down and burn them himself. If he could. He sighed. He was a powerful horse, but something kept trying to bring his dark side out. He couldn't allow it to happen any more. Looking up, he saw the dark brute that was in the land. Yes, he had been here first, but the boy needed to learn that terres like this were for older, more wise horses to claim. And Wind fit that resigned well. "You have too high of an ego to rule land. You've got to learn to tame it before you do anything." The horse grunted. His visage was held high by his neck that was serpentine all the time. With age, his crest had grown so he wouldn't even have to put work into that.

"Owning, ruling, and being charged with ares takes much more then an ego, youngster." The older stallion said. "Therefore, I set a claim to this land as well, so challenge me, ye' brute. I dare you." The horse hissed. His low voice loud and ready. His eyes glinted with anger, but they were half hidden by his thick two sided mane. That didn't mean he didn't have his full range of view. No, the mane just hid his real face so they couldn't guess anything about him and his history. He was a smart one. "I'm guessing your a spoiled brat who thinks just because daddy was a big brute means you can be too. No." he paused, "No, you have to earn it. And I see no battle scars to prove it." The stallion grinned hellishly.

[disa]

Caspian listened to the older Stallion and he grinned, I am not a spoiled brat, and my father may he burn were ever he is, You´re old Caspian said you have nothing on me,
Caspian walked around the painted Stallion he was still handsome and muscular, there was something familiar about him, Caspian wasn´t surprised at all when he found out so he said,
Well my "Father he wasn´t pure Freisian my mother told me he was a Gypsy something and he was a paint, He left her behind just because he wanted something better and did he find it,
Caspian stood still infront of the Stallion......DID YOU....

I am Caspian the son you loved once and left, And i am not gonna fight you for this land,
I am dark father and i could kill you, you may say what ever you want, But i am not spoiled,
You saw too that because you left,

Why did you leave us.

[allisunn]

The old stallion snorted, but his frown turned slowly into a toothy grin. "Ah," He said. "Then I was right of course," He chuckled deeply, pawing the ground. He walked around his supposed son. He couldn't remember the last Frisian mare he had made love to, but he looked vaguely familiar. The horse was tall, but not quite as tall as the older, more muscular stallion. He stopped silently in front of the other.

"You do not look as familiar as I think you do, but it is... Possible that you are my son..." He pinned his ears back slightly, "Er, remind me of your dam's name." He said, his tail flicking over and slapping his side with a large pounding sound. His thick, strong neck swung up, his old, high crest huge. His neck was arched even when he wasn't trying, but that just made him all the ore wanted. He was older, but he was not ugly, he was a very good looking stallion, and if this young one was like him at all, he would also have the same demented feelings.- towards mares, even if he was a dark stallion.

But Windsoar was born dark, and changed Neutral, that didn't mean all the hate was gone, he was still a dark stallion at heart... Sometimes. He looked once more at the other, he was big, but he would never be very threatening, at least to Windsoar. He snorted and continued walking, but began for the middle of the area, it was time to call out and set his claim. He wouldn't wait for the young ling to answer, and if he wanted, he would be aloud to follow. "You commin'?" he asked, turning around.

[disa]

Sorry Allison but i have lost all muse...

So this thread is closed: