Drip, drop, drip, drops of metalic liquid spread out as they hit the pool of water going from a deep maroon to a lighter blood red. A salty taste lingered in my mouth as i licked clean the wound on my chest. I could feel the blood form a puddle on my tongue as the drops hit the water. The wound was from my latest fight. These events were not uncommon in my life, and I liked the feel of the the blood caked on my fur. it was refreshing. It left me with adrenaline pumping in my veins as it spilled over my skin. It was not a bad wound, not as bad as it looked. But the metalic liquid was there. As it dried it blended more and more into my blood hued coat. The darker above layers of my mane dripped like blood onto the lighter under layers.

The strands stuck to my neck. The humidity in my mane left the hair clinging to my neck even as I swung my head around. Wisps of hair clung to my rump as I swished my tail back and forth. Blood rand down my leg layering blood on my hoof as the metalic liquid pooled at my feet. It was more blood then I expected. Maybe too much. But I did not mind. It was not the first time I lost this much blood, and I was sure that it would not be the last. The world felt like it was starting to rotate slowly around me leaving me feeling dazed and confused. I reared up lashing out at an invisible atacker. I was lost. A diluted mixture of blood and water splashed into the air clinging to my legs.

I shied away from the bloody pool confused at the feeling engulfing my mind. Hazing my thought from clarity. I tossed my head into the air trying to shake the invisible monster from it's grip on me, but I couldn't. I went on thrashing at his try to break free. I collapsed on the ground rolling on my back trying to pull away, but I couldn't. It had it's claws embedded in my side. I tried as hard as I might to break free from it's clutch, but I couldn't. It wouldn't let go of me. I didn't understand it. What was this grabbing me around my throat? What could be so strong that even I could not break it's grasp?

My efforts to shake free from this nonexistant beast left me parched. As the crystal liquid slithered down my throat I could feel my sense slowly returning to me. Once again I could see clearly the landscape around me. My hooves felt planted firmly on the ground. Rearing up I let out a triumphant neigh, a challenge. No one could beat me. Not even those I could not see.

I smelled the air. I had picked a fight for just that reason. I loved the power of the feel of another underneath my daggers as I lashed out at them. The metallic liquid that ran down my coat afterwards. It was a rush that nothing else could be. Nothing would ever take the place of the power I felt as I watched the defeated party run away. I smelled the stallions scent all around me. I thought he had been just hanging around here, but now I realized that this had been his land. But not anymore, he had run off his head down, a trail of blood marking the path he took. As I took in my surrounding I noticed that they would be a nice place to call home. My home. A place where I could rule and make my own rules. Be free of all others. No one could tell me what to do. I was my own king.

Deadly Falls
A stream runs down a mountain creating a small water fall as it runs off the mountain edge behind which a cave is concealed. It's moist in the cave, water sometimes drips down the walls puddling on the floor. But the stone provides shelter from the elements. Outside on either side of the water flowing are patches of trees and grass which provides a fair amount of foliage for which it's residence may eat from. The trek up the mountain is hard and treacherous and only horses in top condition can keep their footing. Much like the stallion who claims it the outside looks peaceful, the trees and waterfall. But once you step inside the head between the stone walls it is dark and dreary.