He had a lot of time to think now he was unable to leave the Inlet. For some odd reason, he thinks about his beliefs and the faith of those around him. When he was very young he learned to introduce himself alongside the name of his sire. It was a tradition passed along to his mother by his grandsire. It was from some kind of Spanish religion, but he didn't remember any other details due to his inability to listen as a colt. The only thing he was interested in was the part a child was supposed to be respectful of their father and always carry their name with them.

He has taken this into his world life with his own children and he hopes they keep on the tradition. He knows his aunt shares this same tradition so there are some family members out there that introduce themselves the same way. This wasn't the only religion introduced to him as his mother's granddam had a very different outlook on life. Hikea's religion came from a faraway valley where they believed like was made up of three horses. Two of the horses were male, always in a battle over the only female.

He never understood the idea of two stallions fighting over the same mare for eternity. He was sure there had to be other mares around or other things to do, but he didn't know enough about the religion to really understand it. He actually thought it was quite stupid. Now he understood. Vita Nova was his Favala, the one he could fight to keep for the rest of his time on this earth.

Warsaw has never been deep into any religion, but arriving on the island of Tinuvel for the first time, he learned of the northern gods. For the first time, he was really interested in religion and learning about the ways of Thor and Fenrir. These gods were powerful and unique, but he had not learned much before his overthrow of the current leader and starting his own herd as a young stallion. He has learned more over the years, but there was always more to learn.

Only a week has passed since the ending of his war. A lot of chaos reigned in his name, but he was unable to see the results at this point in time. Warsaw was far too injured to do much of anything, even check on his herd and the fate of his kingdom. Vita Nova and their young children were the only ones allow around him currently. He did not allow anyone else, even sire or Neon. He would see them all again soon, but he could not allow anyone else to see him this vulnerable. Besides only Vita Nova knows what truly happened that day of the first snowfall on Luthien.

Today he finds the strength to escape his hiding place, but his eyes linger on the spot he had been laying. The thick snow was stained a deep red from his blood. His eyes stray from the sight and towards the trees the litter his woods. It was this moment when a stranger's call echo off the trees. Grey ears perked forward as he limps towards the sound. It takes him a while to arrive at the snow-covered meadow, but his eyes quickly set on the stranger in the distance. He escapes the cover of the trees, revealing the roughed up mess of a stallion he currently was.

Fresh blood drips from one of his wounds that he accidentally reopened from a sharp branch as he hobbled through the trees. He was truly a mess, but he couldn't hide forever. If someone was going to take advantage of his current state and bring down the Monarch King, they could try. He would still fight with all the strength he had left. Plus, he knew Vita Nova would never be far. Warsaw slowly moves closer until he was just in talking distance. "And you are?" He asks with a raise of his proud head, littered in bruises.