He had never left the Valley before. Never except that one day... his eyes slit with hate. Jsut the thought of the creature brought about a anger that had his muscles coiling. Not like he is a child anymore. No now he is a full grown male, his mother's son. She had always been somewhat ackward around him. Her Amazonian nature still engrained into her. But he loved all the more for trying to be there for him.
Their family a picture perfect mass of black with glints of green when one turned a head or opened their eyes. Their fathers enormous wings covering them sheilding them from the world. So the world wants war. His thoughts turn from the painful warmth of family to the brokeness that he has come to understand.
His world altered, completely turned inside out. Because of one crazy man, and its lack of control. He would find it. Would find all that it held dear. He would crush it. Slowly, ever so slowly, he would devote his life to this. He did not understand the concept of love that his parents had experienced. Not in that way at least. He was still a naive little boy in that sense. Still the black coat shimmers. Regulating his breathing, clearing his head, snaring his wild rage. He was slowly learning to ball it up in his chest. To let it sit and fester. His jaw is set, he looks from one horse to another.
The males stench was everywhere here. He wanted to find out everything about this horse. What is it that he holds so dear. What would bring him the same pain that he himself was experiencing. Fuck he growls out the word in frustration.
He had nothing to go off of, not even a name. Gallows had failed to show up. His stability was gone. There seemed no reason to stay in the Valley for the moment. Sure he would return there. After all it is his home... well uncertainty clouds his mind. Would Eona want him there now? How would she feel about his new sharpness. The bitter edge of indifference he now carried.
If its war they want then war they shall get. This is his new resolve. He would join that war, he would be there when the world crumbles for everyone else. He would take pleasure in finding others in the same pain that he is in. Those in the feild merry and completely oblivious the horses laugh and enjoy themselves. He looks from one to the other hissing under his breath. Seething, they shouldn't be laughing. Did they even know what was happening? Well they would eventually.
Kryten