anyone;

[Valdis]

The earth churned underneath him and he lied in wait until it settled before rising. If he had been destined to die, to be eliminated without having truly experienced life, then it would have happened despite his attempts to run from it. Beqanna was angry, a distressed woman with a spiteful edge, and it actually amused Victarian how his peers reacted. From the treeline he has watched as mares, stallions, and foals alike scrambled for their chance at a home and leadership. They wanted to flee from the frightening wrath of the gods, disregarding all other sanity and common sense. They fled like birds blindly into the night.
 
He waited and his patience paid him. When he opens his eyes – the fact that he can, that he is alive, is reassurance in itself – he sees everything so differently. This Beqanna is a virgin to the trials and tribulations the last had endured. This one has healed its scars and begun anew, but it has punished those who have trampled on its generosity. His ears swivel and he listens to the bantering of his peers. They’re naked, they say, they lack the powers they had before. Everything has been stripped from them and Victarian cannot help but laugh. The ones whom thought themselves almighty have now fallen; they are all the same, all scrambling for survival all over again. Nothing is established. The kingdoms have been abolished, but civilization will rise again as it always does.
 
Victarian hardly moves, finding comfort in the open field where so many others have gathered. There are territories that are being recruited for (he can hear the names spoken on the wind) and he wonders how much of this land has already been overcome by those hungry for power. Is there space for more big-headed leaders? Or is it not just a matter of populating these new lands? With so many without their power Victarian watches them struggle to adapt – to live – with parts of their souls ripped away. Unscathed by the angry land Victarian continues to wait as he had prior, knowing that patience is always rewarded in the end.

Victarian

just because we check the guns at the door
doesn't mean our brains will change from hand grenades

[willing to either join people or start something up. I recall it being mentioned having a group of horses that enjoy non-magicness... He'd probably be into that lol]