Morbid Temptation

The stallion awoke groggily. WIth a snort the massive stallion stood slowly and shook out his red coat and gazed all about him fury in his tempered eyes. He screamed once demanding an answer. He was the lead here. He would be sure of it, even though he had no clue as to where he was but nor did he care.

Tank

A stallion stood in a cage next to Morbid, eyeing the other with an aggitated look. He was a mix breed; not even Ethan knew what his true lineage was. What was sure though, was that he had a lot of draft horse in him. Thick-muscled with a long neck, broad shoulders and solid head structure. His pelt was flea-bitten in coloration, with a creamy undertone and blue-black spotting.

"Is someone a bit antsy?" Tank snorted, lacing his ears back as he looked over the other. He hoped for a fight soon.

Morbid Temptation

I stare with menace at the other stallion. I was tall but had a bulky build from my friesian and andalusian ancestors. The thoroughbred in me made my temperment flare higher then most and aided by being shot in the ass, I was not a happy pony. I pawed the dirt and snorted darkly and stared at Tank menacingly. I am Never antsy. Pissed off is the better word.I paced aboutmy enclosure anger consuming my massive body. I can't believe the bastard caught. I can't believe I was stupid enough to let him. I kick out savagely at my fence and swear moodily beneath my breath. This was not my day.

Gothic

I wake my mind still foggy from the sedatives but a catch the other stags scream of leadership staggering my my pistons a laid back my thorns to the duo of brute's by this chassis a mix of many different breeds but I wasmuch cooler in the head I would let him think leader for now.

|So are we why are we here?|

Tank

Tank laughed, "So I see." Then he looked to Gothic and bobbed his head, ears flicking forward, "To fight, of course." The mix breed dug at the ground with a hoof, impatient and unsettled. His hide was littered with scars from previous fights. "Seeing as he can't do much at the time, we might as well get to know each other? I'm Tank..." He was just trying to kill time until it was time to battle. Ethan was busy with a new canine at the moment.

Morbid Temptation

"Morbid Temptation. They call me Morbid for short." I say in a dark tone. I snort and pace about but quickly have to turn. I cant stretch my legs like I want to. I snort and lower my head nipping at some hay that Ethan left. I shake my massive bodice that is littered with only one large scar from a stallion when I was younger. It ran down my side and it looked almost like an M. M for Morbid. I laugh and think of myself cynically. How pathetic am I?

Tank

Tank listened as he looked over the scars the stallions posessed. "How about fighting? How long have you been doing this?" The mix-breed questions next, "You born wild or free?"

Morbid Temptation

I snort angrily and mutter darkly "I was born wild." I had been captured at one point but had escaped. Somehow, I figured that I was not going to get out of this one. A pounding in my head increases and increases until I can't take it anymore. "What the hell do you people want from me?!"

gothic

the hunter shifted his weight seemingly calm in truth he was rather pissed. His dark coat a rustic blood brown hid his many scars luckily. All but one a gun shot wound to his left shoulder had taken some flash away with it and made an indention in his shoulder and the hair that grew back was black not the brown. His mane was thick brown like his coat but strands of ebony laced through them after a moment of silence he spoke.

|I'm Gothic.|