xx. D A N G E R O U S -- x.game.x

[[esperanza]]

A flash of light caught Alasdi's eyes, and he jerked his head to the side just in time to see a bolt of lightning against the dark clouds that were on the horizon. He wondered what kind of weather would be best for battle. A thunderstorm, no doubt, would mask their scent, but it might also hinder them. But it would be oh so exciting. He considered it, and decided that, if the other herd members were willing, he might as well go ahead with it regardless of any storms. Was the Cimarron herd even expecting battle? Surely Coldheart and her mate had warned Spirit by now.

Thunder answered the lightning bolt, and Alasdi tossed his head, feeling adrenaline surging through his veins. He stamped a hind hoof to let out his excitement; it wouldn't do to go around prancing like a lovestruck foal in front of Danuwa.

"The game, Alasdi... Would you allow me to be a part of it? ...Or need I prove my worth more?"

The bay's ears flicked toward the colt's words. Alasdi glanced back at Danuwa, allowing himself to smirk. "I think you've already proven yourself more worthy than some of the adult herd members," he assured the colt. It wouldn't hurt to boost the colt's arrogance a bit...at least, that is, it wouldn't hurt Alasdi. He nodded as another lightning bolt flicked on the horizon, thunder following soon after. The storm was getting closer.

"In fact..." he said, looking back in the direction of the Cimarron lands, "the game is about to reach its climax. Come, let's call the herd together," he added, taking a step toward Darksun Rock, looking over his shoulder to see if the colt would follow.

[[R].ebel]

Ears pricked to distant thunder, the young colt looking in the direction of the brewing storm clouds. The feel of electricity was starting to fill the air, sending an exhilirating feeling across the landscape. Danuwa could smell the rain, knowing these summer showers came quite often.

'I think you've already proven yourself more worthy than some of the adult herd members.'

If a colt's ego could grow any bigger, it would probably outweigh Danuwa himself. So, he would fight in the battle and Danuwa would surely prove himself to the Darksun as a loyal and trusting member. Perhaps... Danuwa could rise in the ranks even... The corrupt imaginative world of the foal only grew as he allowed himself to grow increasingly closer to the tainted ways of the Darksun.

'In fact... the game is about to reach its climax. Come, let's call the herd together'

Surprise soon turned to an upturned grin at such an offer; to stand by Alasdi and help gather the herd for a meeting, oh what satisfaction it sent through his young bones. "Together... " A haunting chuckle seem to rise from the colt, at some point seeming to be a childish laugh, but laced with such evil pleasure it couldn't possibly be from a foal of innocence. A gaited march took to his strides as walked alongside the right side of Alasdi, taking to heart the term "right-hand-man", a goal already in the mind of the corrupt colt.

"Together, my leader. Lead and I will follow."

[[esperanza]]

At the sound of the colt's chuckle, the bay's ears pricked foreward, and he allowed himself a weary smirk. He would have to watch out for Danuwa in later years. For now, he knew that the colt was elated to be at his side, but later down the road, Alasdi thought, he would be even more power hungry, and Alasdi might have to fight to keep his top position. It always happened that way; family ties or false things such as "friendship" stood no chance against a horse who wanted something. Alasdi knew.

Pushing those thoughts aside for the present, Alasdi smiled down at the colt at his side. He wondered how the other herd memers would react to a colt acting like his most trusted advisor; perhaps it push them to jealousy. That would be good. The most important thing to his mind right now was making sure that the members of his herd would do what he wanted, when he wanted, how he wanted.

As he set off for a trot in the direction of Darksun Rock, he thought about the other horses in the herd that he could trust the most. And thinking about that made him think of one stallion in particular whom he could not trust. Snorting to himself, he made a mental note to speak to either Thunder or Thor about...taking care of the traitor.

For now, though, he focused only on the coming battle. Soft drops of moisture splashed on his back; it was beginning to rain. The bay stallion tossed his head and lunged into a canter.

{OOC//Lol, my brain stopped working to give me ideas on how to end the post. Anywhooze, that's a wrap I think, I'll be making a new thread at Darksun Rock soonish.}