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Days of tireless travel had seen the roan stallion traverse the expanse of the crossing. His hooves pounding the ground as he gathered trinkets intended to bolster the ranks of the Brotherhood. Their need was dire: fresh recruits to join their cause and sow chaos across the Isles. A chill of anticipation coursed through him as he contemplated the impending mayhem. Craving adulation, he yearned for his name to be spoken with reverence, his presence to evoke fear.

As he crossed the boundary into the sprawling commons, his pace moderated into a calculated stride. His keen gaze roamed across the vast meadow, where horses roamed in pairs or grazed alone. His icy stare rested on a woman of ebony and alabaster hues. Her beauty was undeniable, the white markings adorning her sleek body like a celestial canvas against her midnight coat. Her raven tresses cascaded down her shoulders, framing her delicate features with an allure that sparked desire within him. If she sparked desire within him, he could only imagine the powerful impact she would have on the herd stallion's.

In the shadows, he pursued her, his movements like a wolf's. Anticipation danced within him as he closed in. A sardonic grin spread across his face. "You seem to have lost your way" he hissed, his voice a velvety growl. "Allow me to guide you." His body tightened, his mind calculating the optimal strategy to drive her toward the Lagoon. He relished the possibility of a struggle — a test of wills — or the tantalizing prospect of her compliance.

Which would it be?