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He heard the call. He heard it, and his fury boiled over.

Dragon had come to speak with Hollowpoint, but instead he heard Elysium’s son, Samson, calling out to all those in the Ridge. With ears pinned against his head, he galloped right towards the source. How could he just let a colt get away with this? How could he let a stupid, cursed, colt get away with this? Slowly he came to a stop, but he still hadn’t reached his destination. Breathing heavily, he wondered why he was heading right into battle. Why not talk it out? His ears perked, and he continued at a trot.

When he reached Elysium’s son, he had broke into a low canter. But he slowed into a walk, and stopped in front of the colt. Ears pinned back again, he arched his neck and stared at Samson. "This is my home, not yours." He snapped at the colt. He waited for the colt to answer, his gaze not faltering.

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