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Saturday, January 24, 2009

The First Tale: The Black Queen - Part 2

Herd members neighed and whined in pity for the poor colt, unable to defy against their feared leader. Her powerful, sharp hooves landed squarely onto the colt’s side, snapping the frail bones of its ribs. A piercing shriek burst from the young colt as it fell heavily onto the ground, writhing in pain. The black mare merely flicked her ear in annoyance to the colt’s racket and struck it hard, once more.

A loud snapping sound rang out against the silence, again; the colt became still and unmoving. The herd members shuddered. Some turned their sad faces away, while others kept their sights on the dead colt and the queen. No one dared to move an inch, they just stood there, waiting...watching. Just another ever repeating scene like others before it, things like this were quite common if anyone angers the black queen.


Misty vapour puffed out as the queen flared her nostrils. With a toss of her head, she sent her black mane flying behind her slender neck. Her dangerous violet gaze scanned the herd, as if daring any to act and rebel. None did, except for a couple of sad whines heard here and there. Satisfied, she stomped her fore hoof, doubled back the way she came and strode on...leaving the carcass in her wake.

( Temporary Ending... )

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Wednesday, January 21, 2009

The First Tale : The Black Queen - Part 1

The black queen trotted lightly through the barren lands of her territory. It had a lingering stench of death that seemed to envelop the wasteland. The sky was of a dark sunset color, with little clouds in sight. Dying stumps of trees stripped bare of leaves dotted the surrounding plains. Rocky outcroppings weathered both by rain and wind, jutted out from the desolate ground. Scrawny rodents scurried around, to find what little was left of that place. It was a cold, hard land of death and cruelty; The Land of the Black Queen.

The queen picked her way across the clearing, calculating every footfall with precision, portraying an image of power and dignity. Her shiny black mane danced with the wind, flowing gently by her side. Deep violet eyes that seemed so cold, struck fear into her loyal subordinates. A cloud of dust kicked up bits of twigs and sand that littered her glossy ebony coat. She held her long pointed ears high, sensitive and alert as she made her rounds.

Crossing a gnarled stump of oak that marked the camp, she cut straight through the herd. Members of the herd, both the young and old; mares and stallions alike, quickly cleared the way for their herd leader to pass. Trembling with fear, they lowered their heads while the black queen passed by. Not daring to meet her chilling gaze, they fixed their sights to the ground.

The last of the stragglers were still scrambling away from the path of the leader. However, a poor young colt failed to clear the way and stumbled over its skinny legs. The ruthless mare looked down upon the colt with an irritated snort and reared up on her hind legs. The little colt squealed in horror and froze on the spot while the queen came bearing down upon him......


( To Be Continued... )

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