BATTLECRY

I've had my share of Falls

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Crackling brought Battlecry back once again to the fact that these lands were not keen to welcome him, back to reality where none would bow without a thrust to their knees first. A reality where respect had been trampled so hard into the ground. Angular ears abandoned their perch like loyal soldiers, and fell to his skull which they had done only moments ago. They were under total control, Battlecry their commander of every movement they attempted. His posture only rose slightly as sound hit him with its continuous waves that crashed through his ears. Breaths danced evenly in and outwards, unswayed by whatever the shadows decided to hide with its stunning force of darkness. The stallion moved with such silent ease, each step as quiet and place as the nighttime surrounding him. He was not arrogant, meek, shy, nor humble. Battlecry was more of a silent observer and brooding shadow. Does he give a rat’s ass what other depict him as? Hell no. But then again, it varies from an individual to the next does it not? Each of us are different, it is the fools that try to parallel all of this world’s creatures with similar features to each other. Each parent makes each spawn unique one says, or maybe the actions one takes says another in the crowd that tries to figure out how different we all truly are. Battlecry let his sharp hooves pierce the surface of the land that wrought many memories. Splintering what was in existence to just mere pieces, forever shall they be stolen of what this realm was. Pity...well for them. Nature’s rough hands returned to stroke and give attention to the raven stallion, whipping his tresses about his rump with a vicious fury.


Battlecry basked in this glorious feel. Those infamous eyes closed for a brief minute allowing the stallion to dwell in utter darkness. He was not a social animal. This was an odd statement as equines are just that...social. Battlecry could never wrap his mind around that simple fact. There were moments where he craved attention and sought out interaction. But they were few and far in-between. He was not an unusual sight for those that know him...silence and brooding. Though today one could say he approachable for his glossy form stepped out into the heated rays. For a moment Battlecry was a blaring beacon of light.