Can one bare the color M A G E N T A ?

[galadriel]

Al, Chess and Mad

"Now the Mad man has come to play his cards.."

Alphonse backed up more lowering his head exhausted finally, pain trickling through him at the blows as he sat down like a dog looking at the white stallion.

Cheshire walked over slowly to Brima and curled into a small ball, a headache creeping onto him. he tried desperately not to think about the fight right now, he was pooped.

The pitch black mustangs silhouetted figure danced across the forest as the 15.8 hand stallion quietly made his way to the Claiming Grounds. He was an anti-social fellow name 'Mad', his real name unknown to those who wish to ask him.

He never tells his secrets, this strange creature who is anonymous to half the world. He is sometimes called a 'bandit', 'thief', or a 'murderer'. All of which are vastly fiction, except the murdering part. As he drifted in and out of the shadows of the world his maroon/brown pupils found themselves placed upon a group of horses composed of two stallions, a mare and two foals.

He raised his head and snorted flicking one ear out of the darkness while watching them from beyond. He made a slight grunt noise while studying the creatures: The two stallions seemed to be enemies of some sort, the mare maybe a friend of the smaller one, and the two foals might both be hers. Who knows? as he studied these rambunctious horses he decided to step out into the light, Mad's shiny pitch black coat glistening on his back in the sun's rays.

He chuckled as he stepped out, a bit amused at the fact of fighting, he was a fighting stallion himself though all do it. He closed his eyes as he walked out into day light and reopened them staring straight at all the others. He introduced himself very formally with a harsh, settle voice. "Hello..My name is Mad...I see you two are in a bit of..a scruff." , he eyed the white stallion snorting once more.

[msshardy]

Satian snorted and neighed. He reared up and kicked the brown horse in the side, knocking him over.

Brimstone closed his eyes and tried to think happy thoughts, but he couldn't.

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Alphonse fell over onto his side and rolled away kicking up lot's of dirt all over the place as he was making a distraction(isn't he smaaart? xD). Then he crawled away scarred and beaten behind a forest tree that was big enough to hide him since his coloring did the rest.

Mad flipped both ears back for, he didn't much like being ignored. especially by insolent little beings that had nothing better to do than fight each other. Mad for one enjoyed every minute of anything he was doing but today he wasn't. He made a small gesture thrashing his raven black tail around stomping one hoof down. Since he was brought up in a slaughter house farm and almost killed, it had hardened this stallion and others knew that he was not one to mess with if raged enough.

He snorted and stopped stomping since it was childish of himself. Mad looked between the white stallion and the ignorant mustang that fled. Mad stepped out closer until he was only about a few feet away from them all. His eyes were filled with deviousness and he seemed to be enjoying himself, if only for a moment. Though younger than both of the stallions, as he could tell, whitey was seven and indian boy was at least five. Mad let another snort escape as he flickered his ears back and forth like one of those piano timers. He was waiting for an answer before he got really 'mad'.

[msshardy]

Seeing the stupid young stallion wasn't a threat anymore, he turned toward Mad. "Hello. My name is Satian. A delight to meet you, Mad." He nickered politely and looked over at Brima.

Brima moaned and started to move. She froze after a few minutes. She slowly stood up and saw the hansom stallion watching her. She suddenly knew what he wanted. A mare for his herd. She nickered and backed away, eyes flashing to the black stallion for help.

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Cheshire ran over to help Alphonse as the other two stallions were talking. To say the least Chess was terrified of them. He had never seen so much fright in one horse before, it was a little to much to take. "al! Al, you alright?!", he said panty an a bit flustered.

Al looked up silently and nuzzled chess "Yeah..I'm alright. Just tired now.", he nuzzled hisl ittle bro again lying his head back down. They were both a little beat up but hey, that was his first fight ever with another stallion. So, even though he was beaten to a pulp, he was proud of himself, and Cheshire too since he tried to stop the white stallion.

The black stallion nodded half-heartedly to the white stallion that had given his name. "Pleasure to meet you, Satian. A nice name If I do say so..", he enfasized the word 'so' making it slither out off his tongue. He flipped his right ear and pointed it to Brima looking at her as well. appearently she wanted help for something, sigh only one way out I guess. "So, Satian. what were you trying to do here just now..?", the stallion's voice got a bit hardened as he spoke that sentence watching the others behind Satian.

[msshardy]

Satian's muscles tensed as he heard the hardening of Mad's voice. "To take her back to the herd." He said.

Brima thought she understood. Jennize's Father had gotten over the fear of sending stallions out after Jennize. Then she realized something. This stallion was too old. five years out of the herd if he was ever in it. She knew this stallion was not here to take her back. The stallion spoke of his own herd.

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The stallion slightly nodded his head at the words of Satian. "And..would this be your own herd? Because this mare might already be in someone else's herd. Surely the stallion you were just fighting...wasn't a leader if you could read the features on his own..face.", Mad had this small problem when he talked that he'd pause in between certain words, maybe to be more eery.

The darker mustang moved his tial back and forth as it snaked around his back legs like indivisual pendulums striking but not cutting. He hid a smirk on his face watching the movement's of the other stallion. Mad already knew that one wrong move and this one would come tumbling down into his own problem. Though a very good fighter, Mad wasn't one to fight if he wasn't in the mood. To show that, he always kicked tree leaving large gashes in them to show that he was angry. Mad's little way of 'playing his deal of cards'.

[msshardy]

Satian looked back at the brown horse and then to Brima. "Stallion to win gets all. But, I guess you are right. He couldn't been a leader. She's probally the only mare he had, just claimed her."

"I won't go with you." Brima said. She reared up and neighed.

[galadriel]

Mad flickered his dark pupils watching the mare rear up. She surely was a strong one, she was. Though also not much one for strong-willed mares, she was a nice variety. He huffed staring straight through her with his maroon eyes studying her features more closely. Quarter horses, he thought, always the tough ones. The stallion suddenly started to move from his previous shaded spot to right in front of the rearing mare, making sure to stay a foot away from her hooves in the air. he tilted his head in a attractive way letting his forelock slide across his forehead to hug his right ear as he blinked at her solemnly. My, my the games this Mad Hatter played, they were sure to please.

[msshardy]

Brima snorted as the black stallion came closer. She nickered softly, hoping he would attack the black stallion so she could get away. It was just a speck of hope, and she knew it wasn't enough. She was lost.

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Mad eyed the white stallion and turned his head back to the mare whispering as best his voice could, tohugh it was scratchy. "Just walk.", that was the simplest tihng he could say. If she walked the stallion wouldn't hurt her, but he would follow and Mad would follow the stallion. He didn't like others who played in his games so the Satian wasn't much needed after that part of the game.

Mad was just playing strings of the others, making them bend to his own will. He smiled as he turned his head around and started to walk to the other stallion and the smaller foal. Turning his head around the tree he asked something. "Ahem..Hello, I was wondering if you could help with my plans, just for a little bi-", he was cut off staring at the two figures curled up and sleeping on the ground, damn insolence, he thought. He turned back around to the stallion and waited for someone to say something sicne he had nothing else to say.

[msshardy]

Brima gulped a breath of air. She took off running toward... Toward what she did not know. She knew she could not lead this stallion to her herd. Al would protect Brimstone for now.

Satian turned and raced after Brima. His long thoroughbred legs carried him far and fast. He easily got beside her and tried to nip her.

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Mad walked a few steps forward and looked at the taller foal that the mare was protecting. Then, turning his head back around he took off after the stallion and mare, easily catching up with them looking like a giant black speeding bullet as he charged forward hurling his hooves in thrust as he got closer to them. Mad craned his head backward running faster finally standing behind the stallion. Once behind Satian, Mad jumped up in mid full blast of running and smacked his teeth against the white stallion's side digging a hole still following them both as Brima ran.

He smirked and let go letting a wound inflict itself as he pulled of the bit of flesh he had managed to get. Mad slowed down his running some and went so he was side by side with Satian then he started to speak very fast, in a panting but loud voice but just as scratchy as when the black stallion talks normally.

"Hey Satian, wanna know why they call me 'Mad'? It's because I am!", It was a stupid comment on his part but it was true, he was named Mad Hatter because of how sadistic he was. With those words, Mad charged forward again, pumping his speed up to 49mph. as he ran in front of the stallion, Mad stopped again bucking and hitting Satian directly in the bottom part of his jaw. Mad thrashed his tail and galloped thirty four feet away still charging forward atfer the stallion and mare.

[msshardy]

Brima raced into the forest, noticing Satian ignoring the slight pain Mad had inflicted on him. She plowed through the underbrush and deeper and deeper into the forest. She doubled back and ran back to the foals and Al, leaving the two stallions behind.

Satian ignored the pain the traitor inflicted and raced after her through the forest. He soon noticed he was following hoofprints from long ago, not the mare's. He grumbled to himself and stopped the chase, trotting off angrily.

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Mad flailed his tail and stopped at the edge of the forest. It seemed to be dawning over him, like a giant horse haunting over his own massive build. mad flicked and ears back and turned around starting to gallop away back to wherever he was a few hours ago. The only thought in his head was if he would ever see those horses again, probably not.

Alphonse woke up and looked over at Cheshire and Brim. They were safe but where was Brima? The stallion has a few bruises but they weren't bad enough, he stood up and perked his ears up to a sound of running hoofprints coming in. It could be Brima, the white stallion was gone, had she saved him and the foals? Disbelief flew in. The mustang waited for her to come closer so he could ask what happened while he passed out.