BATTLECRY

I've had my share of Falls

----




Within the silent ecstasy that was thrown over the midnight nu pelt of Battlecry an ambigious movement was seen from corner of the eye. A mix of irritation corrupted o’er the stately, noble features for the disturbance of the Moonlight's and his conversation. Yet he was relieved to this distraction as it gave him the ability to flit around the question that Moonlight asked. Without a conscious thought, deep blackend voids painted ‘pon the figure that was partly covered by the mountain's shadow. A bit rude, yes, but these days Battlecry was never one for chivalrous deeds. Times have changed, and with those changes Battlecry had a steel hardend edge. Moments rolled with their own languid swells as he silently contemplated this hostile or peaceful character. What do you expect a guard at the entrance of a welcoming door? Not to mention there were more than one entrance. But this matters little to Battlecry, for his form was placed stragically 'pon a ledge that conviently overlooked the valley.

Curious he was, as raven appendages drew forth the heightened anatomy to this unknown interloper. Harden planes rolled underneath the charcoal canvas before settling into desire sections as the movement of Battlecry ceased. There was a slight quirk at the corners of black labrums for a bit of amusement as he felt Moonlight flicker her sapphire orbs towards his approaching presence. His vision then flicked towards the other unknown mare, but her scent was recognizable as it also clung to Moonlight. A slight dip of his bold crown towarads the mare, before diverting all attention upon the other brute. The stallion kept his known silence, but his gaze did not stray from the interloper.