The next morning Picasso and Raja went outside of StreamHerd for a walk around the territory. They walked in silence, only adding comments about the fire.
The two stallions suddenly came across a large stretch of burned grass, where Rogue had started the fire. "Wow." Raja muttered, astonished about what his mother had done.
"I know. But it'll regrow." Picasso kept moving through the burned field. Raja didn't know where the stallion was taking him but Raja trusted Picasso.
"So what was life like in the OutHerds?" Picasso asked, coming into a canyon- like territory.
"Since my mother was the leader, for me it was easy to get grass and fit in. But for the others, it was every horse for themselves." Raja muttered, hanging his head low.
"That's horrible." When Picasso finished his statement a deafening cry rung out. Shadows rose from behind the rocks. A familiar warm scent filled Raja's nose.
"Welcome Picasso." Rogue gave out a small chuckle. "You did well son, for bringing him here."
Picasso looked over at Raja, his glare as cold as ice. "You!" Picasso yelled, anger swelling through his body. "I trusted you."
"No, this wasn't my plan. I- I didn't have any plan." Raja noticed all the horses started to circle around Picasso. They kept him out.
Rogue gave a small smile. "Attack." She simply said and horses leapt onto Picasso. The stallion fought back well, horses were flying. Blood splattering everywhere.
Then, the horses had Picasso laying on the ground, ready for Rogue to finish him. "I've been dreaming of this." Rogue walked forward. Her sharp hooves glimmering in the sunlight.
"No!" Raja jumped forward, blocking Rogue from Picasso.
"Move Raja." Rogue ordered but he stayed put. "I said move!" She yelled and flung her hoof across Raja's face. He fell to the ground, but by that time Picasso was fleeing up one of the walls.
A colt Raja had never met before started to climb after Picasso. "I'll do this for you, mother!" He squealed. His hooves digging into the rock.
"Nuka!" Jaguar screamed. Picasso was almost at the top, but Nuka came too close. Picasso lashed out his hind legs, his powerful hooves slamming Nuka in the face and pulling himself to the top.
The young colt lost balance and tumbled down to the ground. His body laying limp on the dusty floor of the canyons. "I'm sorry mother." He mumbled, blood spilling out of his mouth. Rogue nuzzled him to everlasting sleep.
"Look what you've done!" Rogue left the limp body and turned around to face Raja who was facing the other direction. "You've killed your own half-brother." She nickered sternly, her ears pinned to her neck.
"Face me when I'm-." Rogue was cut off by the shock that rose in her throat. Raja had a long bloody scar over his left eye where Rogue had scratched.
He looked identical to Prince. "Prince.." Her voice trailed off.
Picasso staggered across the ground, his limbs barley holding him up. The sun beat down on his pinto fur. He collapsed to the ground, hot and tired.
He heard rumbling steps get closer to him. "Picasso! What happened?" It was Dove, her voice was shaky and unstable.
"Help get him back to camp." She ordered a few soldiers she had taken with her. They lifted Picasso onto their back and carried him back to the camp.
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book 3 || Dove's Peace
Pertualangan"I brought the peace, like I was born to do." ────────────────── As the herds are torn apart, destiny begins to mend them together. Two foals are born at the same time, though on different sides of the war. Will love bring the peace and finally bri...
