D O N ' T

THISWASMYLASTCHANCE;; I knew it all to well now, the heaviness from the dark clouds swirling above us, very soon they would shatter with light when the brightly painted orb would begin to rise from the east. Yet when this day was done, when the superior orb had fallen and set in the west ... blood and pride would collide together; two titans would fight for their lives at a game they knew best. The game of life and death, or in other words - survival of the fittest. Moses had no more room to falter, no more room to fuc.k up and obtain another scar or memoir. No, this stallion had only one more chance, one more real chance at life.


----- prince of power, queen of destruction ... lend me your strength this final time xx



Oh so bright, so bright like a fire set ablaze in front of your face; shielding oneself from the luminous light that poured over the mountains. Mocha optics claimed shut, as I dropped my head covering my face from the brilliant light. Rounded ears swiveled anxiously, my mouth clamped shut as my nares would effortlessly flare. I was standing still, my broad shoulders and muscular chest were slightly rising and falling with the carelessness of my breathing. Wind slapping my face; grabbing hold of my white mane and tail. I stood parked, allowing the winds to blow my mane and tail like thin ribbons. My forelock slapped against my left eye, once more I dropped my head and exhaled with concern. “ Please. Give me the strength this final time ... I beg of you.” I was taught to believe in a ruler, far superior than any other beast alive. When death was catching up to you, when your ragged body was no longer of use ... he took you away, your soul and mind still alive, but that body was gone. A place called heaven, were angels sung sweet notes and no conflict occurred. Yet being in heaven required to leave this world behind you ... I was not yet ready to make such a drastic decision. I had better things to do, I needed to get some things done here on earth before I even considered leaving. Stepping back into the forest and out of the bright lights shining above, I re-opened my eyes. Mocha optics gazing apathetically ahead of me ... this broken road before me was now my only friend. My true alliance in war, this road would lead me to 'Blue Wings' and this broken road would stay with me to watch me die ... or to watch me obtain victory. My only real friend – was not even alive.

Now in this lifetime I had lived, only once did I find a true love. Her name was softer then silk, gentler than a tamed puppy; she was the holder of my heart, forever and always. Anna Rose. Oh it just sounded so perfect whenever she spoke it, yet when this hoarse beast tried to sputter it out ... it just wasn't the same. Whenever I thought of Anna, I thought our life together, I thought of all the things I did and made happen for out future. And then, to my despair – please, let's just say she's waiting for me. She's waiting for me to return home, return home back in Heaven. That's where I belong. Anna Rose, she was just a lithe thing with a very comforting attitude towards me and she always enjoyed my company. You know – back then, I suppose I even smiled more. Yet Anna Rose knew how to comfort my terrorizing depression, in fact she never left my side whenever I fell into that deep curse. One night, I was witness to a horrid murder of a young foal losing its life and leaving the banshee mare alone. It reminded me of home, when my family was slaughtered ... and I was left alone, cold, scared. I told Anna that night I would be back later, I found a secluded place and pondered about it. I wanted to cry, to feel the tears roll down my face and understand that there was a heart inside me. I couldn't no matter how hard I tried. That's when her touch soothed me, a simple affectionate touch to my left shoulder. I turned around to see her face, it was mellow but apprehensive. After that I couldn't remember a time that I've cried so hard in my life, sweet Anna Rose. But her memory will hinder my plans for today. I needed perfect concentration and no more reckless random swings left and right. I had no clue where to go for this festival, I was completely clueless and still in 'awe' from my Anna Rose daydreaming. A shrill cry came from the song birds above me, the noise paralyzed my body and I instantly felt sick. The shrill cry of helplessness ... My sweet Anna Rose, forgive me.

Like the wind itself I now considered myself 'untamed' and 'wild' almost 'free' if you will. I had devoted my life to starting over and doing my best to forget and at least forgive. I was unsure at first a bit cautious and scared to let go. Yet look at me now, a royal servant to the light lord, a forever follower and lover of Anna Rose. I was doing better, but I still could not forgive and forgetting, well I couldn't do that either. Anyway you may not know this already, but I had arrived at the battle grounds. Thick tree's were above me, hiding the sun and light from me. I was nervous and a bit of a mess, and there was a large boulder type mountain that was obviously impossible for me to climb. I knew nothing of Blue Wings, nothing of his dam or sire, his appearance or voice, whether he was dumb or a genius. But I knew one thing: He had what I wanted and that was enough motivation for attack and seize it for myself. Harks pricking forward I caught the noise of wings, the soft noise was louder than usual and I felt immobilized. Dumbstruck I was frozen and couldn't move at all. Only my mocha eyes caught sight of a gracious superior beast before me(actually above me). Blue Wings ... that devious bastard. He was inbred or something for his body consisted of wings that were the size of half his body. I clenched my teeth and let the toxic waste in my blood pump vigorously. I would abolish this fool, I would take out his heart and set his soul free to Heaven. From under the shadowed tree's I was a odd gray color, naturally I am white(or as I say silver). Yet under the trees I had transformed into something very different from what I was. Lifting my skull so effortlessly I acted like a king who was hardly even impressed at all. Rich chocolate eyes bore down on him; as if they were flesh eating crystal themselves. I had pinpointed my attack and knew exactly where to start. Getting there and hitting directly is always easier said then done.

“ I'm glad to see that you are not a mortal equine.” My voice was masculine and very persistent. Never once do I ever recall speaking like a gentlemen(only to Anna). I lashed my tail out to the left, letting it swat away the awkwardness of our silent voices. Parting my jaws these simple words were just to butter him up. “ Because, I would not be enthused to find myself battling a mere colt like yourself. Instead I get to battle a filthy pony.” I snorted viciously as I pawed the earth underneath me. I stood a chance against him, because even though I was mortal and had only the basics. I had more determination and more willpower than any other light would have. Pinning my harks directly back as the Mocha optics I obtained took a final look at my target. There. In the chest, there were many vital places you could not let get damaged. Your heart, your lungs, god forbid you let a broken rib snap and pierce into your lungs. But that's exactly what I wanted, right in front of his chest I would kick and hopefully I would make it. Side stepping, never once did I let my eyes fall off of him ... he had eyes like a cunning fox so I knew instantly he had some kind of power. There! I saw his eyes flash – or so I had thought I did. And without even thinking, breathing, or knowing I was darting at his thick physique. Now minus the wings he had, Blue and I were pretty much equal weight and sizes. Daggers easily tore apart the earth, digging deep and throwing bits of earth behind me. As I charged at him I felt nothing, no adrenaline, no sorrow, no vengeance, no emotions at all. If I took another step forward I would collide face first into his body, instead I planted my feet and swung my hips to the right. Now my ass was right in his face and I had the perfect opportunity, but the blood rushing to my head had made everything so silent and peaceful. Only the quick beat of my heart was noticeable ... one two three, beat, one two three, beat. It felt so fake at this moment, not even real at all. I could have glided past him or struck in the face or chest. But just before I closed my eyes, just before I kicked outward I saw her beautiful face. My precious, sweet Anna Rose.













status>>finished
words>> 1.6.3.6
attacks made>> 1/2
dodges used>> 0/1
where were my attacks>> okay so Moses will try and kick him in the chest and possible hit something 'juicy' if you will. If he misses or you don't want to be hit there, he could knock his face and possible swell up an eye. Or just miss all together which would cause hit to fall to the ground and look quite like a fool.
other>>sorry for the shortness!