Soriams - Feel free to bump into Wing, he's just wandering around doing nothing at the moment!))
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The big black Clydesdale stallion paused in his tracks, his weight swinging forward, as he spotted two wolf-like creatures running across the path he was taking in the distance. They didn't seem focused on hunting, they looked to be chasing each other in what must have been a playful manner. Diabolo watched as they bounded out of sight, their excited barks fading out into the distance. It was that time of year when this year's offspring started to learn the ways of the world, and to unleash their annoying playfulness. The young animals were the only ones that felt close to happy in this place, they were ignorant to the hate that everyone else felt towards each other and life; their main concern is to find good playing areas. As they get older, they will be lured in to the darkness and hate that engulfed this side, and eventually they will become like every other dark horse - sneaking around trying to cause as much trouble as possible. Occasionally the few hard-headed ones will recognise the place for what it is and leave to join the light side, where everyone is happy and in peace. However, it wouldn't be a true loss to the dark side if some offspring crossed the border, as normally an equal amount of adolescent horses would join the dark side, just as Diabolo did. It was a constant circle, that didn't seem to be ending any time soon.
Diabolo continued down the path, the pain from the bruises he had gained from that fight with the Scavengers ebbing down, becoming reduced to an almost unnoticeable ache. Diabolo was not going to be doing any rolling any time soon, though it wasn't as if there was much to roll in. Even the mud seemed to be rotten and sparse. A place where you'd expect the most mud, even the best quality, had barely any worth mentioning. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that this place seemed to be in constant drought, just to add to the struggle to survive here. At least if something happened to Pangaea and the whole world turned into a mass of dried twigs and rotting trees, the dark horses would stand a much better chance of surviving than the light, as they had already adapted to the same environments. That's about the only pro to living here I can think of, Diabolo thought numbly. As negative as his thoughts towards the dark side were, Diabolo would never dream of recrossing the border to the light side, not unless he had an army of dark horses to help him take it over and help him get his own revenge on his blatant foalhood.
Just as the black stallion was wandering down the narrow path, soothing himself with his thoughts of revenge, he heard some voices not far from him. Diabolo raised his head, snapping his thoughts to attention and looked around, ears pricked forward, trying to get a location on the sounds. After a few moments of frantically looking around, Diabolo spotted them. Scavengers. They weren't the ones he had previously bumped into, as they had ran in the opposite direction, and scattered, but these ones looked just as menacing. They had surrounded a rather large mare, like a pack of hungry wolves cornering down their prey. Diabolo stood still, watching, having no intentions of intercepting, just merely observing. Perhaps if it turned out to be some sort of fight, he'd join in to let out his angers, but he'd just have to see how it'd unfold. Mares in the dark side were often hard to come by, not many stallions at all gets the chance to get a mate, since starting a herd isn't usually on the top list of priorities for many, and most horses die before they get the chance to think of that anyway. The mares often had a way of staying hidden from the violent stallions of the dark side, and it was highly unusual to find one captured like this.
The mare seemed to be fairly confident as she all but spat in the Scavenger's faces. The lead stallion seemed to think he could attempt to snake her, and create a herd with her, but the mare didn't seem to like that idea much at all. Diabolo watched, unmoving as she lunged forward and grabbed the Scavenger leader's throat, the sudden movement spooking all the other members, causing them to flee like the cowards they are. The stallion seemed to have not grasped the concept that when a horse has you by the throat, calling it crazy and talking to it as if it were some kind of foal was not the best way to go about thinks. Nevertheless, the mare let go of the stallion and gave him a double-barrel in the backside. The stallion scampered off, most probably learning to think twice before attempting to forcefully court a mare like that in the future. The mare yelled after him, making a noise that sounded like laughter, before walking on, spotting Diabolo.
Diabolo's eyes met her's when she looked at him, showing no hint of emotion, just blankness. She was large, much larger than him, and had a slightly large build, though not as large as Diabolo's Clydesdale build. Diabolo felt the usual pang of jealousy to see a bigger horse than him, but he swallowed it down, knowing that getting a fight with a horse that looks just as strong as he was not wise at all. It'd end very badly, with cuts, bruises and even broken bones on each side. No, what Diabolo ought to have done was to just walk away and disappear into the darkness like he was never there, but he stayed, his feet refusing to move. These were the type of horses he had been searching for, the strong, fearless type, even though two horses would not be able to take over Pangaea, it was a start, right? However, to approach her straight on and try to drag her into his scheme was not a good idea, as it'd be far too easily for her to get the wrong idea about him and react in a negative way. No, Diabolo had to be cunning and smart, he wanted to get her in the right state of mind so that when he suggests his proposal she'd be in a position to accept. What he had to do was create a draw, to make her want to follow him as a leader. That was something that the most accomplished stallions would do to their mares, and Diabolo was not a professional in any way, he just needed a partner-in-crime to help him get his revenge, though that wouldn't be said of course.
Diabolo raised his large head, swishing his tail. He stayed poised for a moment, before giving a final snort and turning on his heels, walking away. Perhaps there'd be more horses like her around here, perhaps this was a good area to find food, or to steal from the Scavengers. It wasn't common for the bigger horses to group up together, but when they did they were unstoppable. However, they were also unpredictable and very susceptible to fight over scraps of grass and leaves. The smart ones often had bad pasts that made them reluctant to share or create alliances, and so they only merely took advantage of each other to get what they want. Diabolo is no exception to that, and he knew first-hand what it was like to be part of a backfiring coldblood group. When they started to fight, things got nasty, and Diabolo was lucky to escape. He needed horses with discipline, not mindless thugs. Though, for now, he'd continue to attempt to lure in the right type of dark horses, and if that didn't work he'd then try to think of another plan of action.
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