There were a couple reasons why he chose Salem as his target today. One, it has been a long time since he ventured the sands and scoped who was still about. Second, it was winter so Salem was an obvious choice (considering he hates snow). Lastly, there was sure to be mares heavy in foal from the fall’s conducts so stealing a mare now could result in a colt to raise come spring. He didn’t need Varanduil at his side to raise a youth. This has been his plan since long before he met the sooty palomino. He would steal and raise a colt to one day become his successor. He still had high hopes Vaingard and Nagendra as prospects, but one could never have too many options.

There was even the possible new recruit Chronos, but his parents may come looking for him some day soon. The future would never be certain, but one thing he knew…the world would burn. It would burn for allowing him to live this long and live with this soiled blood. Everyone living on these islands would burn along with him into the depths of hell. The pure innocence Fearghas was trying to preserve will be vanquished under his wrath. Ruger will feel his revenge for Felony’s death. Bozena would go down in flames, the whole Peak would burn slowly and painfully. Everyone who has ever wronged him would be his pain. The sea releases him onto the shore of the Desert with one quick wave.

He does not know where he is or the stallion that owns this land, but it is the easy prey before him that has his attention. Cullen’s head lowers as his legs quickly snake his body around her front. His front end raises as fore limbs kick towards her to drive her back. ”Get into the sea. Now!” He screams at her in an angry manner as his legs reach the ground and he drives her forward.