The Valley

He had been right on one thing, the Valley had seen ill use since it had been used last time for a Tundra meeting of sorts. He recalled someone using the Valley to hold a meeting of herd stallions. A soft pft left his lips as he began the slow walk towards the Valley. He had fallen behind Charger quite a bit, he's old leave him alone. And grumpy at that to. It's the smell of the Falls equines that makes his attention drift to another time. Before the storm. He had been on a mission about the Tundra, for the Tundra. He had wanted to aid any of the younger colts and or the newer stallions about the ways of the Tundra, perhaps help them not commit the same mistakes their elders had. Chaulk this one up on the board as a nother big ass mistake Black the voice hadn't left him alone all day, snide remarks and blunt observations. His dark hues rolled in their sockets as he tried to block it out.

What? just an observation is all that is. He knew that. But still he didn't care. Your smell had made him smart at the begining. But he chose to hunt you rather than make friends. Unfortunatly for you his monster is growing, taking more and more of a hold on his sanity that it had before. He skirts along the valley, watching your every move. As you dance and sway he darts and dashes. He doesn't care if others see, he knows you can't see him. His black coat blends in nicely with the shadows, the mer hint of noise is what you might hear, possibly sounding more like a scared fox than anything. We're comming to get you that sing song voice purred in between his ears.

As you pull up to Charger he steps out of the shadows, seeming to appear out of thin air. "Ive seen women try to join our ranks..." he begins to walk around the mare and to Chargers side. He's not one to pick at the finer details of someones sex, he'd rather not even get into the details. "They don't usually make it, due to their oppinion on not allowed ranks. But that's what you get for being a mare in an all Stallion land," he cocked his head to the side. He stood much taller than this mare, his andalusian blood flowing red hot under all that black skin. He had lost his son as of this moment, no clue as to were the lad had fled to. His daughter had become involved in the Forsaken Chamber and he didn't quite really understand were Death Call stood. "But let's not get into the stick details, why do you think you should be allowed in our ranks? do you have something else that can prove your worth other than dancing?" don't get him wrong, he likes to dance. He does it when he fights. But that's a different type of dancing. "We have a bit more important things to discuss Charger, our kingdom is at stake... if we don't choose now, we can just say good bye to the Tundra and all that both you and I have worked very hard towards." His voice, a mixture of distain for having to deal with this mare when they have more important things to do and grief of the things he chearished most in life. Home. Both were in ruins and he had two mares both heavily pregnant waiting for him back at home.

Black Sabath
Historian of the Hidden Tundra -- Lord of the Frozen Tundra -- Lover to Death Call, Moon Angel & Gallifrey
Father to Lint (x Moon Angel), Haile (x Death Call), Tokoyo (x Moon Angel), Feenat (x Gallifrey) & Crystal Angel (x Moon Angel)
Black -- Andalusian -- Stallion -- 15 yrs -- bro to Golden Sabath