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§ Volcanic Crest §

You take the westernmost path, the smell of sulfur heavy in your nose. The air is thick and steamy, the terra rocky beneath your burning hooves. Little grass survives here, and you pass several carcasses of small animals, and a large skeleton you recognize as a horse’s. You snort in disgust (with a bit of apprehension mixed in), but trudge on. You finally realize that the entire time you have traveled uphill, and you stare at the trickle of magma to your left. To your other side is the valley wall, a sheltering cave within it. You trot over, but step back, as the Dark Monarch’s eyes bore into your soul.
“Ah… so, you have come to live in my homeland. This is no fool’s territory. Only the strong and strong-minded survive. You must be fearless, for fear and only fear can defeat you; no opponent alone can…”
 You stomp your hoof as a shrill grackle startles you, and you recognize it as the raven earlier. It is flies overhead, before perching itself on the ridge above the cave mouth.
“Don’t mind Dakma. He lives here, with me, and does a fair job cleaning up after death. Anyhow, I expect you to help us become great, and failure will not be tolerated, especially against those wretched, cowardly Lights. Keep yourself in my good favor; you will be rewarded for it. Now, feel free to make yourself at home.”
He ends the last word with a smirk, then retires to his cave. Dakma the raven caws, then takes flight, blocking out the red-gold sun.

§ King of Darks §
Vethsith

§ Queen of Darks §
To be chosen

§ Princes/Princesses §
By family

~ Beta Stallion ~
To be chosen

~Beta Mare ~
To be chosen

Other Stallions
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Other Mares
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Foals
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