Obsidian shadow of obsidian brute glided through the crisp night without fear of submission. Earlier that very day his nostrils had scented an intruder, though his mood remained similar to the normal, leaving such a task to the lead. A scornful smirk crossing his features as his thoughts turned that way, his mind swaying to and through from reality and dreams. Brought back from the bewitchment of his concealed mind only by the sharp ringing of hooves on stone, but not those of his own. Unworried, magnificent virile continued on his way, snatching words upon the breeze of the tresspassers conversation with teh Alpha. A sharp snort, resembling a laugh is issued, blown through jagged blades. Soberly, as his autitives prick, hearing the words 'others'. A slightly hurt frown flickering like candle light over his dished pate, but quickly turning into a mocking sneer, and by chance through the spruses that shrouded the hills, caught a glimpse of the new comer. Another gloating grunt is released, seeing no need to be wary of yet another fool hearted stallion. "Others indeed, although you may be lead here, you think you can command us like such? Nay, and soon your glory shall be all but spent."
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