The Valley

“Man, I’m pretty sure the lot of you suck, and none of you deserve to lead. Seriously. Heartsour,” he eyes the younger male, “a leader needs to know what he wants. He needs to garner respect, too, and with that mouth of your’s, I’m not sure anyone’s going to pay you much mind. After all, if you can’t keep control of a small group for a few days, why would any of us think that you can do it for a few years? And let’s see, those two light fellows, the one’s too new, I doubt he knows much of anything, the other doesn’t even think this is a good idea. He said so himself, so there’s no reason he should be here, let alone lead. The two neutrals are way too full of themselves, plus that dunish one kisses some major ass. Leaders should stand on their own, no? And the other two evils, well, they just argue too much, and have no idea what they’re talking about, it seems. They also have no respect for anyone, but whatever. Personally, I only see one here who deserves to lead—that’s the bone winged guy. He’s the only one with any intelligence amongst you lot, except for me. But I’m not too into leading, at least, not leading a sorry group like you guys.”

Crashcar blinks slowly, knowing quite well that his critical assessment of the group was unwanted and unwarranted. He shrugs it off, though, and continues to speak. “Furthermore, I’m not even sure there ought to be leaders. Doesn’t that, essentially, make us nothing more than a kingdom? Leaders, decision-makers, dictating of responsibilities. That sort of thing is what a kingdom does—and I was sure most of you didn’t want to join a kingdom. Personally, I’m all for meeting you guys. Why not? I don’t have anything better to do with my time. But, let’s face it, we all have different ideals. Lights and darks aren’t exactly famed for getting along—and I doubt that will change any time soon. As I said, it’s nice to meet everyone, that’s a good thought. Maybe even trying to band together since, you know, war’s already here. We don’t want to be taken over if Beqanna does fall to an all-out war. But seriously, we don’t need leaders and representatives to go get our point across. After all, if we band together for eternity—well, there’s no stealing or challenging, huh? And isn’t that what we’re supposed to do? I know that while you lot are here making all lovey-dovey, I’ll be chillin’ with your girls. Which,” eh glances around the group, eyeing the lights especially, “means I’m not gonna stop stealing or challenging. Stop being such pussies. We’re supposed to steal and challenge from each other, and having a big group of us all banded together basically makes us a glorified version of the Tundra.”

The handsome steel colt pauses again, knowing that no one else is going to see the light. No one else is going to realize that becoming a group led by three will ruin everything they are. Really, how they could have come this far and not noticed that they’re trying to become a kingdom escaped him.

Crashcar cocks his left hind lazily, and continues his pointless tangent. “As for the chick. I don’t think she ought to be here, unless she has a big secret between her legs. She can go ahead and listen in, I don’t care, but I don’t think we should listen to her, unless the definition of herd stallion somehow applies to a herd mare.” He peered to her, his stony eyes flaming with curiosity and malicious intent. Purring to her, “say broad, your guy here? I might want to arrange a little fight for you. You’re kinda pretty. And real entertaining. I like that in my women. A lil’ rebel.” He chuckles heartily. He doesn’t actually want her—not at all. She’s far too annoying to live with him for any more than a few days. She’d be killed after that.

He swats his tail against his shining silver hide, lazily drawling out, “so, since so many of you want to know, I’m sure, I’m Crashcar. No, I’m not into big, huge family-driven herds; actually, I only have one girl in my herd right now. Not sure I want any more, really. There’s not many good chicks about these days. And I certainly wasn’t born into a herd, or I’d be as sorry as you guys. No, I was born in the Valley, same place that guy Tyrain comes from. My parents are the two highest ranked there, but frankly, my dad, Carnage, is the only one worth anyone. Mom’s too much of a frigid bitch. Anyway. I’m not so much of a herd guy as I am a collector. I enjoy pretty things, like myself. And I enjoy keeping them and playing with them, and fighting. Yeah, that last one’s killer, pretty much my favorite thing ever, I’m sure. I’m damn good, too. If any of you guys need someone to fight for you, I’m open, by the way. So, since I’m not too into herds, you might wonder why I’m here. Well, I heard you all were having a party, so I figured I would invite myself. Shouldn’t have bothered, I don’t think. Seems like it’s the lamest party of the century, huh?”

crashcar,
an hour before the devil fell,
god thought him beautiful in heaven