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The sabino stallion walked slowly through the woods. His head was hung low, one of the few times it ever was that low. His mind was off wandering through the past, his hooves sounded hollow as they slowly walked through the woods. His ears were still alert as they swiveled back and forth like revolving door. Only stopping once or twice to relax the muscles.
His mind wandered through his past, of his mother, Pain and the rest of his old herd. Though most of them cold and distant he could remember the light his mother and Pain brought to his very cold world. Though Death had shattered one light, he had left one. Pain, his very bright light. How the mare had kept him up some nights tossing and turning dreaming of what might have been.
A twig snapped in the distance shaking him from his thoughts as his head jerked up he prepared his icy breath, only to realize it was a mere deer running through the woods. He snorted a very aggravated snort but unfortunately for the small butterfly that decided that was a safe path to fly through was caught in the buildup of his icy breath and though mid flutter fell to the ground. He looked down at the now broken butterfly, and pinned his ears back. Another death he was to blame for.
He walked a little faster now, wanting to get away from the butterfly who moments before had been very alive. He thought back to what Death had told him, when Death had slain his mother.
"It was your fault boy! If you hadn't interfered she'd still be ALIVE"
He cringed as much as he hated the black stallion he had been truthful, if he had just let him be with his mother she would still be alive, and he and Pain might be together. Ohh how he was the cause of his own pain.
He laid down next to a cool river and looked deep into the water, it was a very deep river so he couldn't see the bottom only the murkiness in the middle. It was quiet like his life, clear at the beginning, then once it got to the middle of it, it was dark and fuzzy. And you couldn't even see the end. He closed his blue eyes and let out a quiet sigh, before he turned his head skyward and looked up. It was a clear evening. The sunset had painted the sky a angry red color. Then again it could be a very passionate color.
Emo rolled his eyes and let out another snort. He thought of where Pain was now, was she happy? Then he remembered the Russet bay gelding and bared his teeth. Of course Pain couldn't be happy she wasn't with him. He raised up to his hooves and pawed at the ground he snorted and snarled just thinking of the gelding that had fought him away from his beloved. He let out a angry cry as he reared up then let himself fall back down and shook his head.
His mind wandered back to Pain, when they were little, a sick smile twisted onto his face, though unknown to him. How he craved her warmth like a drug addict craving their next high. He'd do anything to have her near again. To make her his, like he had wanted to all that time ago. But unlike then, things were in his way now. But…they wouldn't be there long, he could assure it. He would have Pain, he would make her crawl to him, to beg him to take her. His smile only widen as his mind reeled the things he would do to her sweet body. It made him shiver all over as he gave into his minds sick fantasies. If only he could show her how good he could be.
He finally laid down, as night set in. Tired from his own fantasies, though he knew when he laid his head down for the night they would come back to him but he didn't care, right now all he could do was have his sweetest Pain in his dreams, and he would enjoy them. But tomorrow, he would set out for the Dackle herd…and claim his prize.
His mind wandered through his past, of his mother, Pain and the rest of his old herd. Though most of them cold and distant he could remember the light his mother and Pain brought to his very cold world. Though Death had shattered one light, he had left one. Pain, his very bright light. How the mare had kept him up some nights tossing and turning dreaming of what might have been.
A twig snapped in the distance shaking him from his thoughts as his head jerked up he prepared his icy breath, only to realize it was a mere deer running through the woods. He snorted a very aggravated snort but unfortunately for the small butterfly that decided that was a safe path to fly through was caught in the buildup of his icy breath and though mid flutter fell to the ground. He looked down at the now broken butterfly, and pinned his ears back. Another death he was to blame for.
He walked a little faster now, wanting to get away from the butterfly who moments before had been very alive. He thought back to what Death had told him, when Death had slain his mother.
"It was your fault boy! If you hadn't interfered she'd still be ALIVE"
He cringed as much as he hated the black stallion he had been truthful, if he had just let him be with his mother she would still be alive, and he and Pain might be together. Ohh how he was the cause of his own pain.
He laid down next to a cool river and looked deep into the water, it was a very deep river so he couldn't see the bottom only the murkiness in the middle. It was quiet like his life, clear at the beginning, then once it got to the middle of it, it was dark and fuzzy. And you couldn't even see the end. He closed his blue eyes and let out a quiet sigh, before he turned his head skyward and looked up. It was a clear evening. The sunset had painted the sky a angry red color. Then again it could be a very passionate color.
Emo rolled his eyes and let out another snort. He thought of where Pain was now, was she happy? Then he remembered the Russet bay gelding and bared his teeth. Of course Pain couldn't be happy she wasn't with him. He raised up to his hooves and pawed at the ground he snorted and snarled just thinking of the gelding that had fought him away from his beloved. He let out a angry cry as he reared up then let himself fall back down and shook his head.
His mind wandered back to Pain, when they were little, a sick smile twisted onto his face, though unknown to him. How he craved her warmth like a drug addict craving their next high. He'd do anything to have her near again. To make her his, like he had wanted to all that time ago. But unlike then, things were in his way now. But…they wouldn't be there long, he could assure it. He would have Pain, he would make her crawl to him, to beg him to take her. His smile only widen as his mind reeled the things he would do to her sweet body. It made him shiver all over as he gave into his minds sick fantasies. If only he could show her how good he could be.
He finally laid down, as night set in. Tired from his own fantasies, though he knew when he laid his head down for the night they would come back to him but he didn't care, right now all he could do was have his sweetest Pain in his dreams, and he would enjoy them. But tomorrow, he would set out for the Dackle herd…and claim his prize.
This is my contest entry for *Black-Heart-Always's contest. She wanted us to write a story about one of her chracters, and I had always (for the oddest reasons) liked Emo has a character. So...of course who do I write for (more like was demanded to write for)? Emo...so here ya go Pain!!! I hope I got his character right! He spoke to me the whole time I wrote it so hopefully I hear the same character you do 
Emo is owned by *Black-Heart-Always
Emo is owned by *Black-Heart-Always
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That was so amazing Pad!! 
Beautifully written and I think you captured Emo perfectly! Good luck!! Your sure to win 
Beautifully written and I think you captured Emo perfectly! Good luck!! Your sure to win