Mathallazoth

'What in the world am I doing here?'

This was not the first time this thought had crossed the stallion's mind as he wandered through the plains. This was not the place for an equine of his... personality. Then again, he'd tried at the Dark Field and had given up. They were all idiotic, stuck-up snobs there. Perhaps here he could find someone to manipulate. Although, he couldn't count on that. He couldn't rule them like his father did his Empire.

He snorted angrily, pushing thoughts of his father out of his mind. He'd never met the stallion, and therefore had no respect for the equine, be he herd member or Alpha.

Heavy, lightly feathered hooves rested upon the soft turf as the young stallion looked 'round the field. His eyes were emotionless, black, and cold. This was something he would have to work on if he were to woo one of the pathless ones.
Woo. That was such an odd word. One you wouldn't normally hear coming from the mouth - or mind - of a stallion born of two Dark equines. Then again, he had never planned on being like them. No, he would never abandon his just-weaned son and leave him to die to go off in search of a long-lost mate. He would never run away from his mate, either, chased off by his own son...

Again, he forced himself to push these thoughts away and focus on the "task" at hand - er, hoof. He inspected the mare from afar. Usually, he wouldn't go for one outside his own breed, but since there were few of those, she was the best of this lot. And a prize she was. She didn't seem to care what others thought of her, judging by how she yelled for attention without thinking. He chuckled softly as he thought of what would happen to her if she did so in the Dark claiming grounds.

'Alright, I've stood here long enough.'

Slowly, he moved forward at a slow walk. This quickly picked up into a trot, carrying him nearer and nearer. He didn't even stop to think what his sire and dam would think if they saw him here. He didn't care anymore. Then again, he never had...

Stopping nearby, he dipped his raven-hued skull in a swift bow of greeting. "Hello, miss," he said, allowing a gracious smile to flit over his muzzle. Wow, that felt strange. He hadn't smiled in... forever, it seemed.