† Vaporous mist tickles the apex of granite boulders, submerging the crown of s.t.o.n.e.h.e.n.g.e into its moist substance. Recovering from a strong zephyr the jaded blades of wild grasses now fold beneath the weight of midnight; hinting submission to its clutches. In the fathomless pits of 'space' above this waiting world jeers a vibrant moon, silenced only by a sleepily capering cloud across his face. A world restlessly awaiting the beginning of dawn, growing bored of being lit by silver. Glorious gold is craved.
This; the world of true youth and growth and tranquil spring. The realm ready to be arrived upon by its highest of masculine order; The Innocent.

† Arrogant front is shed, in the absence of other equus. Individual organs of audio sense jerk randomly, wearily scouring his realm for signs of paranormal activity. Nostrils dilate in a last ditch effort to seek out strange activity before finally settling down, convinced his safety was intact. Solitary and isolated he lingers on the very edge of his home, a streak of moonlight contrasting against his starboard flank, thoughtful and ponderous. Slender, arabic hind limb rests sleepily, inky black hoof almost unseen beneath the swathing vegetation.

† Time is a fickle thing; at one moment it seems to have no movement, the next it speeds by with nothing to loose. She whom I hardly knew; Temptress. She had twisted his ruminations, his emotions. Back then she had held immense power over him. Alas, mares cannot relate, nor predict the actions of stallions. Stupid mule. Took the word 'innocent' too literally,
† So, be privileged to claim knowledge of a snippet in his past - but refrain from gossiping: after all, no mind readers can possibly be within the equus species. One true weakness is his to veil, and keep hidden for a long while yet. Perhaps Rogue had a hunch, but even in his erratic mindset it was doubtful.
† Lazily slanted ears gradually peak, intense planning finally reaching a climax. The mist caching s.t.o.n.e.h.e.n.g.e's crown is haphazardly shoo'd away by the fingers of creeping gold - playing and mixing pigments in the new day's sky. Shadows of the granite masses are cast from their feet, long and slender in the juvenile light. Perhaps therein lay the secret of this realm, not only his welcome home. Copper'd velvet muzzle lifts heavenward, muscles bracing, agile vocal chords visibly shuddering beneath the menacing weight of the emitted trill. A wake up summons to the s.t.o.n.e.h.e.n.g.e equus.

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† judgements

† Chimera... your prospects are promising. Sentinel you automatically leap to, aid in constructing s.t.o.n.e.h.e.n.g.e as a vibrant, unpredictable commute. Interact with your fellow herd mates. Always.
† Unity... alas, time is indeed of the essence. Become a brood... hush money? Perhaps, wait in the wings for a promotion. Interact with your fellow herd mates. Always.
† Poisoned Lullaby and Glass Heart... welcome to s.t.o.n.e.h.e.n.g.e, appologies for the lengthy delay. Begin your plight within these borders. Interact with your fellow herd mates. Always.
† Minx… one more post and you shall have earnt your way through awaiting to commoner and onward.
† Tigress... interesting prospect. More posts, better quality and longer. Interact with your fellow herd mates. Always.

† Rogue... a decent job you have done to fill in my absence; a commendable effort. Hail thee. Welcome to the blasted heights of your new terrace. With hope anew, begin your plight here once more, our newest and most deserving sentinel. Congratulations... friend. Communicate with me at some point in the clamouring future. ((Interact with your fellow herd mates. Always.))