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The world paused and took a breath as Manson strode out of the trailer, looking around the ranch as if he owned the place, his large, elegant head raised high in defiance. The snow even seemed to slow for a moment as he was led toward the area in which the stallions were kept. Enzo lifted his head as if he had just gotten some sort of shock to his system, an electrical surge of immediate hatred coursing hot through his veins, and he pivoted toward the fence, letting out a shrill cry that could wake the dead. Manson snorted defiantly, his ears flicking back as he pranced in place, one of his strong legs pawing at the logs that were keeping the two stallions apart. His handlers started to drag him away, but he fought hard, eventually breaking the clasp on his leadrope with the struggle, and he bolted to the fence where Enzo was waiting, the whites of his eyes flashing and his teeth bared. Both large, strong-willed creatures started to fight over the fence, their muscular necks striking out like a cobra, venom in every movement.

Eventually more leads were brought, and more people came to help drag Manson away from the fence that the two were quickly destroying. He screamed in defiance, but in the end, was successfully brought to quarantine. Though not today, and not tomorrow, eventually the brothers would meet. And it was clear there was no love lost between them.

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This is how every day for the past week has felt to me. I can't stand being so angry all the time, and I know why it is, but it doesn't make it any better. It just continues to feel hopeless.

In any case, on the left is Toxic Love and on the right is his half brother Tainted Love, who needs a reference.

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• Drawing © pony-bones •
• Malet Breed and Enzo © War-Chant •

• Please do not copy, heavily reference, trace, claim as your own, reuse this image on another site, reproduce in any way, shape or form, without explicit written permission/consent

Description

:// I Don't Need Your Love To DisconnectV E N T | A R T

∞

The world paused and took a breath as Manson strode out of the trailer, looking around the ranch as if he owned the place, his large, elegant head raised high in defiance. The snow even seemed to slow for a moment as he was led toward the area in which the stallions were kept. Enzo lifted his head as if he had just gotten some sort of shock to his system, an electrical surge of immediate hatred coursing hot through his veins, and he pivoted toward the fence, letting out a shrill cry that could wake the dead. Manson snorted defiantly, his ears flicking back as he pranced in place, one of his strong legs pawing at the logs that were keeping the two stallions apart. His handlers started to drag him away, but he fought hard, eventually breaking the clasp on his leadrope with the struggle, and he bolted to the fence where Enzo was waiting, the whites of his eyes flashing and his teeth bared. Both large, strong-willed creatures started to fight over the fence, their muscular necks striking out like a cobra, venom in every movement.

Eventually more leads were brought, and more people came to help drag Manson away from the fence that the two were quickly destroying. He screamed in defiance, but in the end, was successfully brought to quarantine. Though not today, and not tomorrow, eventually the brothers would meet. And it was clear there was no love lost between them.

∞

This is how every day for the past week has felt to me. I can't stand being so angry all the time, and I know why it is, but it doesn't make it any better. It just continues to feel hopeless.

In any case, on the left is Toxic Love and on the right is his half brother Tainted Love, who needs a reference.

∞

• Drawing © pony-bones •
• Malet Breed and Enzo © War-Chant •

• Please do not copy, heavily reference, trace, claim as your own, reuse this image on another site, reproduce in any way, shape or form, without explicit written permission/consent