Watch out, boy
She told me once more
Told you so
Echoed as I hit the floor...

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A cool sensation rippled over the thick pelt of the Vanner male, his eyes remaining comfortably blanketed, though his body feeling as though he was iced over and cool; heart harp-ooned by a nasty needle of ice. He knew, the second that champagne female left his side; that he was alone and left in the cold. He could barely recall the night before, only remembering that small fact he dealt her, knowledge from the secret one within. He had a story, so did she. Little did she know his was a bit different. He was a monster, to himself, as well as to them. Or was it just... Her? Who knew, at this point. It was a blur of the past, washed up in the tide. Kajike was struggling to shrug it off, however every spring, his father's advice seemed to appear within his swimming mind. "... Just mares...." Hm. The sad part; Kajike began to lean into that direction at times, especially during the spring and summer seasons. He ran on extreme instinct; instinct his father offered. A brutal leader, feared and not once loved. Kajike grew out of those ways that he was brought up to be, though he could not deny that the very beat of his heart had an outrageous kick of hurt, as well as evil. A part of him still wished to devour up a mare's only hope. Get on their bad side, toss them around. His entire family. Even that he had never told Anahera about, assuming she would not fancy his harsh nature of previous years. But he was brutal. A brutal giant; not some gentle noble creature as some may have seen him at this point in time. Never.

"I want her gone. Away. Not to be seen of, again. Dead, I don't care. Rid her, my boy." A skinny looking creature stood beside a more youthful one; both painted a beautiful hue, though only one of the beasts appearing to be handsome. The other was more frail, lanky and ill. A rib or two could be spotted plainly popping out from his barrel, his chest a messy heave of breaths, tail ruffled and bent. He was in the condition of an elder equine, the only 'good' left in his body being the terms he could express to his son. The pair watched as fillies gathered around each other; the newborns fairly quiet, yearlings mischievously plotting away games, and the lingering two year olds meandering in the distance, seen with a stallion or two to keep company. Colts were apparent, too. The yearlings were at numbers of few, but they were there. Kajike's father did not quite take to them as he did Kajike, however. They were more petite and compact in size, shy in their ways. Also, Kajike was one of the children born to his favorite lead mare. Her passing made him even more faithful to his boy. "Now go." A prod from his father pushed Kajike into the general direction of a petite yet compacted bay female, her muscles somehow shrinking beneath her skin and a look of being weary sunken into her eyes. She was huddled closely to another mare, much younger, but healthier all the better. The bay was something past her prime; though not to the point of near death. Something took her, though. Nothing physically painful, but more like depression. She wouldn't sleep, refused to eat or look to wards water. She was stubborn, and foolish. She pushed away her leaders a dozen times, and already they were fed up. However, Kajike's father would not be caught wasting his small amount of energy upon an idiotic female; her ways not even worth the while. He'd send his faithful son, to give her the awful boot.

Kajike was uncomfortable as he headed to wards the doe, his head wavering before he could finally convince himself to listen to his father. He would do his best to please; do anything. The young stallion approached rather quickly, his muzzle driving between the two flanks of the females which were tightly pressed together as the pair relished in each other's warmth. He had no idea of the mare's name, though upon touching her, a gentle nip was placed; jaws grabbing hold of her thin flesh firm enough for her to understand there was some business. At first, she refused to move; the mare beside her already getting fearful and moving herself. The Vanner's mouth swung into the other femme's direction, her coat of a sheer gray. Kissers gently whisked over her ribs before proceeding, a sign that the giant son was not there for her; but her companion. The white of the bay's eyes were apparent as Kajike pushed his way against her, his large flint purposely smashing into the ball of her foot to make her side step in sudden shock. "Come with me." Kajike knew she would not respond too quickly, but with fear shouting at her, she surely would. As he did to her rump, the stallion twisted the skin upon her elegant boa, more forceful at this point, however, so that the ripping of her skin was the result. The mare instinctively attempted to swing back and whip a bite in return, but Kajike already played out that factor. As her boa craned and cracked, the Vanner brute threw his teeth to collide with the mare's soft cheeks, piercing against her face with a squeal of annoyance. In shock, she hushed herself, stepping a foot away from the boy before letting her head trail over the ground. The white vixen was already long gone in worry, the rest of the herd drifting off as they heedlessly grazed off their afternoon hours. The painted of equine nodded in a noble manner, a bit of crimson staining his crooked smile before walking off into the blurry distance; expecting her to follow...

With realization returned to the real world, Kajike began to feel the sting of the cool winter air against his flared nostrils, a spark fusing something in the male as he stood utterly still; smirking widely. The scent of a female twined into the burning sensation of his nose, though nothing he could really put a finger on. Most of the night before was washed away in his dreams, that being because the night before he was acting upon blunt emotion as well as weary pain. He was torn and bitter, though eager to find a new face in his endless home. Seemed to be that he had! Flints shuffled smoothly over the dusting of glittering snow within their shady hide out, the pounding of another's footfalls thudding against the soft flooring. Quickly, Kajike began blinking, ridding himself of the blurry vision which plagued him as he first awoke. He was shivering with an excitement, and the explosion of an attractive wheat mare from the large trunk of an elder oak caused a spur of emotion. She was flighty, as he felt, and upon seeing her, he sprung in complete delight; a single wound tearing open upon his left hip. For a few moments, the stallion eagerly pranced in tight circles around the foreign female, recognizing her elegant profile, though nothing more. His muzzle was out stretched, not touching her scarred body, but skimming over the air anxiously. With a good scent and idea of whom she was, he could pick out the name from the back of his head. Aletta.

Waking up to Aletta was a surprise, yet his attention faded for a moment with the sound of trickling water. Loftily limbs carried the massive figure of Kajike to the bank of a small stream, still running free of ice. Dipping into the fluids, he let the cold surface burn his lips before sharply falling down into the pit of his stomach; keeping a close eye upon Aletta whom was meters away. He managed to collect a mouthful and pace back to the ess, drops of water clinging to his mouth before falling into the ice and reforming itself. He warmed the water before fully swallowing his last amount, nodding energetically to the female who seemed to watch carelessly. "Aletta?" He questioned with a crisp release of carbon, dark ebony plumage swinging swiftly from one flank to the other. Thorns pulsed forth, his intelligent profile even brighter as he looked upon her in the most pensive fashion. He felt pent up and ready... But was everything alright with her? What were her plans from here? He wondered if she was ready to leave, already...