"You wretched little thing. You serve no purpose to me. Look at yourself. It's pathetic. The son of a king and this is what turns out. A scrawny little colt who can barely stay standing." The large stag stared down at him with hate-filled eyes. He snorted and his eyes flicked back. His head snapped around and he stomped a hoof at the incoming equine.

"Leave him be, highness. He might be small but he is your son," the mare said as she walked towards them. She stared at the small foal with disgust as she saw him. "He is a puny one. Where's the mother?" She gave a sideways glance to both sides.

The stag looked up from staring down the colt. "She left after birthing him. She was angered. She wanted a powerful young one. She got this..." He glanced down at the colt, searching for a word. "...this creature. She disappeared and left him here." He leaned his head down and nudged the colt harshly. "Stand up. You are not welcome in the herd." He snorted loudly and his ears flattened to his head. He pawed the ground next to him, daringly close to the poor foal's body. One more inch and he'd be hit...the large hoof suddenly lifted stomped down, landing on the creature's body.


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Thundering hooves churned the earth as the stag raced along the river. The thick, long grass whipped his legs as he sprinted by. 'He doesn't matter. All that matters now is the new place I've found,' he thought to himself.

Slamming to a halt, dirt, grass, and snow kicked up as he slid. He stood and his tail swished back and forth. Gazing around, he surveyed the land he found. Tall grass flaked with snow covered the majority of the ground. Rivers ran through them, some swift and some calm with ice surrounding the edges. He turned in one smooth motion and stared down into one. His reflection stared back at him with guarded eyes and a proud dismeaner. All a fake, blocking his hurt and dismantled inside. But no one would know that. They could threaten him, even kill him, but no one could hurt him any more than he'd already been hurt. He'd never healed.

'Stop it! It doesn't matter anymore. Snap out of it!' he scolded himself inwardly. His pelt shuddered, suddenly feeling a cold breeze blow by. He lifted his head defiantly and snorted out loudly, large puffs of air showing from the cold.

"I, Utopia, claim these lands as my own! Anyone who dares trespass will feel the wrath of my hate and anger. Those who try to dispatch me from the land, you will see what you put yourself against," he bellowed, as if yelling it to the wind that dared chill him.

He glanced sideways as if to catch a glimpse of any other equine in the area, but he was alone.

So I'm not alone.

The large brute backed up a few steps to get a glance at all the equines that had suddenly appeared. Another stallion and two mares. He did a quick sweep over the mares. One, a buckskin like himself, was quite a beauty. The other looked familiar. He watched her and dipped his head slightly in greeting. He then walked forward the few steps, almost nose to nose with the queen, although he had to lower his head to see eye to eye. His words were quiet but filled with firm authority.

"My lady. You speak loudly with your words. I'm simply new and didn't know they were all your land. How is one to know when they have just arrived?"

He stated it simply and flicked his tail at her, as if dismissing the subject for the moment. He turned to the new mare. He looked her over and a smirk played on his mug.

"She makes a point, deary. You portray yourself unlike a proud. Not rude or commanding, like the queen over here." He purposely threw a glance toward Pele. "Although you are quite a sight, Star. And yes, I do believe I can handle this land. I would like to get started with a herd, but Pele must agree, yes?"

He then turned his harsh gaze to the new brute. His harks flattened, then flicked forward. "And you, old one, are...?" he asked without emotion. His eyes revealed nothing, his thoughts wandered.

Pele coming in and refusing to let me rule. Another mare here who hardly acts proud. And now this other stallion coming? What next, a giant squirrel with four eyes?

Snapping back to reality, he turned his attention back to Pele. He stood next to her and flicked an ear towards her.

"So, my queen. How may I prove myself worthy, seeming you consider me only an inconsiderate young colt. Whilst you scream and talk arrogantly at me, you seem to be acting quite young for your age, madam."

He looked down at her with a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. She was a pretty one. Big headed and a talker, but pretty and commanding none the less.

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"The mother may be a pretty young thing and I a large and handsome stallion, but apparently the match doesn't work. Look at the puny creature it created. She might talk large but she didn't pull through."

The large stag glared down at the tiny colt Utopia. Fear and anger blazed in his eyes, staring up at his father. He'd known him for hardly twenty minutes and he was already insulting him and his mother. Although his mother had disappeared... His father looked over at the other mare that had shown up. "

"Find her. Bring her to me. I'll take care of her after this little...thing is out of the way. She has no use to me anymore if she doesn't make me warriors."

The mare bowed and swiftly took off after Utopia's mother. He glanced up at his father, who was pawing a large hoof in the sod, ears flattened to his skull and his lip curled back.

Then, everything went black.

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She may be a pretty young mare but that doesn't mean it will turn into anything, Utopia. You're being as immature as she said you were.

Turning attention back to the audience, he snorted loudly and bobbed his head while waiting for answers.


Notes:
Character: Utopia
Muse: Eh.
Words: 594, not including codes.
Other: He's not really happy about Pele (;

Utopia glanced sideways at Star. He let her finish speaking, humor playing in his eyes and a smile tugging at his maw. She was yelling at him? Ha!

"Are you finished, femme? I am awaiting the queen. I may be bold enough to make snap judgements, but at least I have a pokerface. You wear your heart and feelings on your sleeve."

He snorted emotionlessly. This young mare was intriguing though. He studied her, gazing into her eyes as if trying to look into her mind. She was different. She held herself more confidently then he'd expected. It was a slight surprise, though his expression showed nothing of the sort. A thought trickled into his mind:

What is this feeling? It's something I've never felt before...Not anger, hurt, hate...it's unfamiliar. What am I feeling?!

He watched her, as if feeling what she was feeling. He had a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach. She was...was surely something. He tore his gaze from Star and planted it on Pele. She was quite something as well. But Pele had a different aura around her. She carried herself, not Proud necessarily, but arrogant and a tad conceited...not that he'd say it outloud at the moment. She was probably angry enough as was at him.

He shook his head to rid the thoughts and continued glancing from mare to mare.


Notes:
Charrie: Utopia
Muse: Eh. Again.
Words: 251 (sorry! short.)
Other: He's...feeling weird haha.