Here it spreads {open/Ra'zac}

[RoyalPain13]

Ebola Virus strode through the lands proudly arching his neck. He was of a mixture that hid many of the mixed qualities as the two breeds were so similar. The only thing was he had the lusitano face and the andalusian head - that was the only way a trained eye would see what he was. And of course there were no trained eyes around here anywhere! He shook his short dark gray mane and stamped lightly on the ground. He had come to a point where a decision needed to be made in order to continue. Jump - possibly to his death - to the ledge below him or take the narrow crumbling trail to his right, or even simply sit down and slide down this incredibly steep hang on his left. He chose to jump down first. Contorting his body and lowering his forelegs- turning his neck to watch his landing point- he felt his rear hooves leave the earth just as his fore-hooves met earth. How lucky could he be to stretch instead of needing to drop or jump entirely?

He shakes himself out, forcefully, before snorting hard and leaping down to the next protruding ledge. Perhaps he should have entered his favorite stallions lands through the main entrance, but he was always one for finding loop holes in even the most treacherous and protective barriers. It was how he decimated his once long loves herd. She had so forcefully refused to change sides for him. Demanding that he change sides for her. Bah! What was that non-sense? He snorts hard and flings himself from the current ledge - three ledges from the ground and an easy ten feet - and landed, almost crookedly, on the lush grasses below. He had to admit, this land had it's ups and downs, and one of those ups was the grass. It cushioned his fall. Without it he never would have jumped from that height. He could have broken a leg! As it was this grass didn't even aggravate his old fracture. This was the good life.

He walked through the lands with the same dignity and power that his leader did - making him appear to be Ra'zac himself from an ignorant and distant fool. He would never be lead while Ra'zac was. He simply couldn't. He filtered land challenges for Ra'zac! How on earth could he challenge him himself! He couldn't. He was a fanatic follower, violently jealous of Ra'zac's time and with little to no patience for mares or foals. Ra'zac knew this. That's why Ra'zac hid his own offspring from Ebola. Ebola would have killed any foals, for the pleasure of killing them and causing anguish in their parents, even if the foal was Ra'zac's by blood. He simply could not control his demonic slaughtering of hapless offspring. It was why he had no offspring. He'd sired a few but upon their births - and before names could be given - he'd appeared and slaughtered them, abused to horrified and greif stricken mothers and then left them behind. He'd always been careful not to let a mare hide a foal from him - always cautiously watching any he mounted. Well, it wasn't because he didn't want his bloodline to continue, it was because he had most often raped only the lighter hearted mares and no son, or daughter, of his would be of mixed alliances! The two dark and neutral-dark mares he had raped had ended up barren, surprise surprise.

Now he strode with utmost confidence that no one, and nothing, would stand in his way - Excepting of course Ra'zac himself. In fact when he finally found out Ra'zac had the hots for one little handicap mare he was beside himself with rage. Ra'zac would devote any amount of time to such. . . such. . . such an abomination?!? She wasn't even dark! He snorted hard, stamping viciously into the dirt. With his size and obvious power many mistook him for a draft hybrid of some kind- but he wasn't. He was, technically, a light-breed horse although both of his ancestries, in their natural lands, were considered light drafts. Now he found himself wading through stones and speckles of grass and dirt, drifting off into thoughts that were most heinous and yet errotically arousing to the great beast. He found himself too deeply involved in these thoughts to pay attention to where he was going and, quickly, decided that should any mare - or for that matter any weak stallion - cross his path there would be trouble for them - because he simply, put, needed release.

[cowgurlup0522]

Light steps were made, as the two toned fem tread upon the land, moving smoothly, and quietly like water. She had no fear of anything she came across, be it equine or another beast. She would fight it to defend herself, she made it this far in her life to fight, and she wasn't going to stop now. She lowered her head, sniffing the terra as she moved, she knew she was in a stallion's territory, and if he didn't like that she was there well, too bad. She was only passing through, unless she was convinced otherwise to stay, which would take an awful lot of it.

The winds shifted, and gusted a new scent her direction, a stallion she could tell it was. It brought a slight curiosity to her, almost looking to maybe start a fight, or get on the equine's nerves, some kind of social interaction with them would be just fine for her. She spotted the stallion a ways off still from her, moving in her direction. Her two toned orbs watched the dappled stallion seem to wander aimlessly, not paying much mind to what went on around him. She waited there, switching her tail now and then as he came with in a few yards of her, and then spoke up. "Do you not watch where you tread? Or do you like to wander like you are lost?" she blurted out in a dark hissing tone at him, her blue and brown eyes sizing up the stallion. She wasn't afraid to fight him if it came to it.