— I'll break you a hundred different ways —
He is not often stirred from his solitude. He cared little of their affairs, and often could be found in the darkest depths of the forests, sheltered from their eyes and far enough not even their voices could reach him. Today is different. The voice interrupts his mind, followed by an intruding image of a stallion he did not know. Kill him, the voice says. He does not recognize the voice, has never met the Dark God that ripped his dam’s eyes from her skull, and, sired him. But Nightlock is no fool. There is only one in all of Beqanna that possessed such a power, and in an uncharacteristic show of obedience, he follows.
He has no interest in saving them, but he will watch them destroy each other.
His silver wings outstretch, thrusting off with his hind legs, and with a surge he bursts from the treetops. He can feel the rain as it slides across the feathers, clinging to his dark mane and dampening his dappled coat. He glides over Beqanna, more or less camouflaged with the equally gray skies. When he arrives over Pangea, several horses have already converged. Many are attacking the red stallion, while a few are trying to defend him. It is a bloodbath in every sense of the word, and as he drops to land in the midst of the fray, a familiar metallic scent fills his nostrils.
It ignites something in him, a slow poison that seeps into his veins, crawling into his brain. The chaotic cries and hoofbeats echo in his ears, his eyes zeroing in on the stallion with the seal on his chest. There is a crowd around him, but it doesn’t stop him from launching forward, ignoring the way his body collides with the others as he forces his way through. It’s a gruesome sight, like hyenas all tearing apart a single gazelle, and he seeks to grab whatever flesh he can. He strikes with his front hooves, reveling in the thud they make against skin and bone, his teeth snapping whenever they may find purchase. He can feel accidental blows against his own body as those around him scramble to complete their kill, but the adrenaline is numbing, and it does not stop him.
— and I'll make you remember my face —
He does nothing special. Just joins the group attacking Rhonen.