<sup>>>. And in its emptiness arises the ashen Phoenix, though of this it be no bird, but that of the sweet breath'd equine. These cliffs had dipped their quills in the winds of ink, and inscribed what they have witnessed. Fatigue;Blood;Storm;and silence, all records of a life before, and a life to be. By the inhalation of this thinned air, he but knew the desolation of these lands, though too the scent of mingled beings were overtaking the stale stone. Lucifer, travel by night says he, though whilst the black pelted variety find shelter in shadow, his iced pelt stained the blackness. This never hindered him in travel, for he had nothing to hide, those that walk in darkness and truly become of that darkness are but mere smudges, and he of his genetic build, announced his being to the sleeping without hindrance in a foreboding fear.

>>. The air of claimance was weakened by the rains, snows, winds, and so doubt in travel were but washed away. However, his eyes too had seen the male brood in which a fight would be commenced, thus leadership would soon arise, and he would be within the jagged walls to meet this new figure without threat, without hesitation. A fool was one to claim before his time, and no fool was this pallid stallion. He trod upon light hooves, but scraping the rock below, hardened with this terrain, his very feet seemed to direct all movement individually, finding the most secure footing even in the shortest of time. The precipices and shards of stone had forever claimed him as theirs, and so the claiming of a terrain became to him more of the terrain having claimed your very soul, thus a status in lead would be of no use without the acceptance of the rocks themselves, for each, is stony lips were ever to part, would have a perpetual story to tell; then of this one's harks must prick to find the meaning of this life.

>>. Fight, is wafted within the breeze in the breath and tension. So familiar was he to this, and so torn in so. He would seek to not watch the brawl, for it would evoke forgotten thoughts. But nonetheless the two distant males were bound to set their sights on this land, and with that no interference would be derived from his action. He noted two a mare among the stallions, this proving more of the habitants within the vast territories, and perhaps this be the mark of a new birth to a long forgotten land. Lucifer; even thought of his name, rolling to tongue sounded such a symbolic entity to his being, but it portrayed only the smaller part of himself, and that part was in distaste to come out and play, unless asked politely, of course, though to the benefit of his speaking partner, he'd bid them to refrain from doing so.

>>. Beyond the beginning chaos he would steal away into his crevice and vantage point. A cavern looming above, yet shy of full concealment. Now was not his time for words. And through this no rustle dare give him away, only by that of his warm and foreign stench. Remember dear, he did not hide, this was but the wait. He'd think not of what he'd left behind, because with a choice to leave comes a choice to forget, and if done otherwise you'd contradict all reasoning in the first place. His lungs were thanking the legs of which he stands upon for treating them to the heights once more; for the thickened breezes of below polluted the cleanliness of the air within his muscled chest. The see was never leaving, even when out of sight, it lay within but one eye, and never released the motion of waves, this; his mother had given him the depth of the waters, and his father had offered the height of the skies; with that he could reach from the reaches of the underworld to the edges of the universe. He was unstoppable, unbreakable, and unreadable. Never trust at first sight, and never judge with leave.</sup>