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Post by †Synyster Gates† on Jun 16, 2007 15:06:07 GMT -5
The unicorns are riding high
Powerful in coats of white
I turn to look and burn my eyes
I carry on
He moved with dancer like grace through the market place, young eyes taking in every sight as he stopped along on small hooves, Lilith disappearing in and out of the shadows but always staying close though out of sight and making she no one could smell her. If not for the fact Syn was his older brother and one of the kings he would have been cute and everyone would have loved him. As an adult he would have turned into a handsome stallion with mares following at his heels with gifts but those days would never come, he was a king in training and there would be no love in his life ever. It was almost sad but as long as he had Syn he was happy and Lilith considering she was always there, always watching him and making sure he didn't get hurt. She had almost gotten killed once protecting hims so he often though of her as a motherly figure despite the fact they were different species, she was young herself and Syn had ordered her to protect Vow with her life if that was what it took... But still he liked to think of her that way because he had never known his mother and had barely known his father.
He squealed suddenly as he stepped on something and it came up to smack him in the chest and shoulder, hard. As he lifted his hoof to back up the thing flopped back to the ground and Lilith was beside him in a second, her expression a mix of rage and curiosity. "What is it?" Vow asked curiously as he stepped forward to look at the long wooden stick with a wide metal head on the top. Lilith sat and watched him as he sniffed it then moved back cautiously. His first thought was a really big snake with a reeeeeeeeeeeeally big and wide, silver head but as he nosed it it didn't more and he looked to Lilith who chuckled then stood and padded off to hunt.
"Be back in a bit chickie!" Lilith called over her shoulder as she loped off with unnatural grace, soon disappearing from sight. Vow nodded and placed a hoof on the thing's head again only to have it come up and smack him in the same spot. Another squeal echoed as she lept back and glared at the thing on the ground in front of him. He turned around so his back was to it and lifted his head proudly in the air. When nothing happened curiosity got the better of him and he turned his head to look at it again. It hadn't moved an inch from it's spot. He decided to call it a bruising stick as a bruise began to form on his shoulder from where it had hit him twice now. He turned around and began walking around it. He stepped on the stick part and closed his eyes, bracing himself to get smacked again but nothing happened and he opened his eyes to see it still there. Vow walked around the stick again and applied a tiny bit of pressure to the curved up head. It complied by lifting off the ground a bit and at he lifted his hoof it fell down. He continued to circle it then, sniffing it and nosing it, wondering why it smelt like some sort of mammal he couldn't name.
The vampires are growing tired
Coats of white all turn to red
I turn to look and burn my eyes
I carry on I carry on
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