Being over a year old the colt has not relied on his mother in a long time.  The rich grasses beneath his hooves provided enough nourishment for him to thrive.  Usually he eats his fill before turning the rest to dust in his wake.  The art of turning vegetation to nothing but crunchy brown blades was beginning to bore him.  He craved something grander.  Having never been a part of anything, he wishes to find others like himself.   Different.  Unique.  That is why he gathers Beetlejuice and whisks him away from Tephra.  Unknowing that his Uncle had taken him captive but he honestly wouldn't have gave two shits if he had known.  Probably would have done it sooner cause he is a rebel just for kicks, you see.  

They cross the Tephra waters smoothly and begin the trek across the lands.  Knowing nothing outside of Tephra(other than a few names from stories his father has told him) so he uses the landscape as his guide.  There is a wide open Field of grass as they come up the bank.  Far off in the distance he sees a grove of trees.  It is merely a dark blotch from their first crossing into the lands but as they walk it grows larger.  This would be their destination, he was sick of fucking grass. "There!" His muzzle points to the patch on the horizon, "we will create a gathering place in those woods and find others to join us," he states to his black and blue companion. A grin creeps along his face...

The Forest is darkened by the thick canopy overhead.  It's a perfect place to find miscreants such as themselves.  As they cross into the shadows, he scopes out the perfect meeting place for them to begin to etch their names into history.  The speckled bay is large for his age.  Mainly due to his father being a shire cross, so he must duck under some low hanging branches along a dusty path that weaves through the trees.  He wanted to go deep into the foliage. The remote location is sure to bring him the talents he needs to fulfill his mission.  Black whips dance along his hocks as he walks, an occasional flick of his ears assures him BJ is still following.

When finally he decides they are deep enough, he halts.  Looking about the immediate area and finding it suitable.  It needed to be transformed just a bit to make it their place.  His eyes light as he summons the dull ache waiting to be released from his core.  It begins at his hooves and slowly expands its grasp on the greenery surrounding them.  It was MUCH too alive.  Eager eyes hunger for death that is sure to come.  A satisfied grin curls his lips as he watches their demise...

Slowly the underbrush shed its leaves, the twigs of their forms is the only thing that remains.  Now they were nothing but tumble weeds that would stick you if you got too close.  Ferns curls into themselves, as seedlings crumble to ash(they were not going to survive anyhow).  Bushes of bramble exposed their thorns with the lacking of leaves.  Eventually the poison would travel up the heart of the nearby trees.  Choking them to dried limbs and burnt needles.  This would not be a place for life to thrive, but for darkness to be explored.

When he was satisfied with his new decor, he looks down to his friend that stands by watching with a slight twinkle in is own blue gaze.  A thought rolls to the fore front of his mind as to what the boys talent was and he asks, "What do you think about doing a little erecting?  Maybe add a few barricades of sticks and stones?" Or trees and boulders is what he truly means.  He was sure the kid could handle such a task(especially after seeing him knock a bird out with one)...