The frigid wind gust down from the snowy mountain peaks, it whips through the tops of the pines. Winter had touched the tops of the peaks, the Pony King knew that soon the Inlet would be covered in a blanket of snow. Steam rolls from his dark nostrils as he circles his mares, warily watching for any intruders. He had chosen this high mountain clearing, it was a fortress, enough food and a vantage point. He slows and scans the Inlet below them, his tail flagged out behind him. A dark figure makes its way across the Inlet, his Inlet. A snort rips from his dark nostrils, he was in no mood for intruders, especially with it being Fall. He knows it would be difficult for the intruder to find his mares, but he would insure that they wouldn't get this far.
Swiveling his dark head towards Freya, he announces his plans. He leaps into a ground covering tölt, he disappears into the dark pine forest. His ochre eyes adjust quickly to the darkness that surrounds him. What could he expect from the intruder? He easily maneuvers through the trees, dodging and leaping over downed trees. The forest begins to thin, revealing the clearing that the intruder's call had resonated from.
He slides to a halt in the foliage, his dark eyes assessing the young dark stallion. Outwardly he looked calm and friendly, but his intentions were still unknown. He steps from the dark pine forest, a bugle rumbles from deep within his chest. An answer to the young stallion's call. As he nears the dark intruder, he begins to circle him, warily eyeing him.
"Intruders are not welcome. Who are you? Why are you here?"
Dögun
We'll ride in the gathering storm
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