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Diabolo paused in his trotting, his eyes catching a slight splash of colour in the ground. He stopped abruptly and immediately threw his head down to investigate it. It was a lone leaf on a brittle branch. It's yellow colour seemed blindingly bright compared to the dull landscape, and Diabolo stared at it for a moment, marvelling at how such a rare, but beautiful, thing could survive in such an ugle place. It was only a moment in which Diabolo let the leaf live, since seconds later it was in his mouth, and he was chewing on it hungrily. Diabolo sniffed around, wondering if there were any more leaves like that around, but, as he suspected, there weren't. Diabolo ripped the branch that the leaf was on from the ground, and began nibbling at the roots, the familiar unpleasant taste filling his mouth. Diabolo had found a way of getting food through the roots; not many horses ate the roots since they are the worst part of any plant. However, those horses are the ones who are the walking-skeletons. Diabolo had much more meat on him than most horses in this place.
Once Diabolo had finished snacking, he moved on, his hooves crunching on the dry ground, his ears flicking back and forth. His black coat blended will with the surroundings - it was full of dirt, and his white markings were completely hidden under the layer of dirt he was covered in. Diabolo knew it was best to be covered in mud around here as the flies are very bad on the dark side, and if you're weak, a simple bite from one could make you very ill. Mud acted as a protective layer from the biting insects, and ever since Diabolo lathered himself in the stuff, he had never suffered any fly bites. Diabolo thought of how opposite he was to his brother. Oh, his 'sweet' brother... Diabolo's ears flattened when he thought of the prancing bright bay colt showing off in front of the herd. His coat shined like copper in the bright sun, and all the horses could talk about was how glorious he was. Wherever Wing went as a foal, he always had a bunch of fillies, and maybe even colts, following him. The horses practically worshipped Wing, and Diabolo wouldn't be at all surprised if he became the lead stallion of that herd.
Diabolo knew better than to anger himself with thoughts of his past life, he would get his revenge soon, and then he could move on. Diabolo slowed to a walk, his ears picking up the sounds of a horse coming towards him. Diabolo glanced behind him and frowned when he saw the mare galloping toward him. Oh what does she want now? Diabolo thought, irritated. He wasn't in the mood to deal with her and her pathetic bickering. He had an army to build, dealing with thugs was not on his list of to-dos.
"I am not following you." The mare said as she cut in front of Diabolo, forcing him to stop. Diabolo swished his tail, his mouth tight.
"But I am just letting you know, that I want to kill, or wipe out, EVERY SINGLE Light horse living in this realm. It has been my wish a lot longer than yours, so don't get cocky or arrogant with me... I also didn't waste your time, nor am I a thug: but I can tell you this; you certainly have a lot to say for someone who doesn't have the first clue on where to go, or where to attack." The mare continued. Diabolo raised an imaginary brow. What made her think he knew nothing of this place or the light side? She didn't even know his name. In fact, Diabolo was willing to bet he knew a lot more in terms of ways to attack the light side, than she did.
"I have an idea..." The mare sighed and looked at the ground, pawing the air. Great, Diabolo thought sarcastically, She has a plan. My life is saved. Diabolo rolled his eyes, did she really think he was stupid enough to try to gather up a group of strong, intelligent dark horses without a plan? Apparently so, Diabolo thought dryly, She's really bad at judging characters.
"You and I better attack from the opposite side of the realm, so we can sneak up to them, and take it from there... I also know some other horses on this side that can help." The mare explained smugly. Diabolo shook his head, there was no way he was sneaking around the light side. When he attacks them, he's attacking them full on and hard.
"Look, I know exactly what I am doing, I have lived here a very long time for your information. I don't doubt that your plan would work, but I have better ones in mind. I know what we are up against, and I know exactly how to defeat them, do you honestly think I would try to gather up the most dangerous horses on the dark side without a plan?" Diabolo lifted his head and stared into her dark eyes, his expression unfathomable.
"If your idea of a good attack is sneaking around like a bunch of rats, then go to someone else. Besides, two horses attacking the whole light side? I. Don't. Think. So. If you want to join me on my quest to properly eliminating the light side, then you cut the attitude, and just do as I say. I am not here to make friends, I am here for business. Bickering like a filly does nothing but waste time. I've got a plan, and I've got a reliable technique, and I am looking for willing horses who would join me to carry out that plan. If you are here to give me advice and tell me how 'inexperienced' I am, then clear off as I am not interested in that crap, okay?" Diabolo took in a breath, his eyes narrowed.
"Now if you'll excuse me." Diabolo stepped around her and resumed walking, his tail swishing side to side as he did so.
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