Taking a deep breath he begins."I was born on an island much like this one, where the tundra and mountains mingled. It was a beautiful home, from the tundra to the snowy mountain peaks. Annnd my mother, she was the most beautiful out of all it. She had a soft and sweet voice to accompany her beautiful soul. She had never an ill word to say about anyone, including my father. " Pausing, he continues with the most difficult chapter. "My father... I have few kind words to say about him. I never understood why my mother put up with the..." His words fade, losing the courage to speak of the abuse, to open up to Macabre. He did not want her knowing the darkness of his past, the darkness that he knew would some day would consume him. This darkness also equaled a weakness, he always tried to present himself in the best of light, to not let anyone know the heart break that he buried.

Chocolate eyes take on a hardness, that anyone seldom found in the grullo pony. He begins his story again. "When I was 2 years old, my father decided that all stud colts of the herd were to leave. None of us wanted to leave, me, most of all. So, with his teeth and sheer brutality he drove all of us boys from the herd. After leaving our home, we wandered together, not sure of where we should go. Lost. We wandered for a days before coming upon a land that was free of other stallions, we quickly claimed it as our own."

"Is that to much? There is more to the story, if you are interested?" He offers a half hearted smile, it was always difficult delving into a dark past.