The dust plumes up and around the stallion as he thunders across the searing sands. His coat a stark contrast against the naked and desolate sands that he calls his home. A single seeing eye takes in the stallion as he draws closer, from the monochromatic coloring of his hide to the muscles that ripple beneath his taut hide. She raises her head proudly as he prances closer, his neck arches and he offers his nose for her to exchange a diplomatic breath. She reaches her dark muzzle across the border to exchange warm breaths, his masculine and strong as it wafts into her quivering nostrils.

"I am Daciana, Queen of the Badlands," she says with a proud raise of her head. "I have come today, to see who inhabitants these desert sands," she says as she eyes him with her eye. "And I am satisfied that it is led by a capable stallion," she declares with a shake of her crown.

A sultry breeze ruffles her dark mane, cooling her with its breath. She does not care for the belief that a stallion is more capable than a mare, if he is capable than he be worthy or if she be capable than she be worthy. It is that simple. "I believe you are worthy of an alliance, Cain." she says as she eyes him, her single eye searches his face waiting for his reaction to her words. Would he accept an alliance with the Queen?