Claiming the calm of Havoc.

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The day seemed calm, yet the wind blew with little fury, massive hooves stepping over loose rocks over the cliff side. Easy steps knocked a stone over the edge of the cliff, golden shine in the stallion’s eye watching the mere rock fall into the ocean below. A snort emitted from the stallion’s nostrils as he watched the rock fall to its doom, it was good the massive draft horse was sure footed like the ram his horns mimicked. The massive dun horse slowly made his way along the cliff side. Time seemed to stand still as wind brushed through the stallion’s thick black mane, ears flickering from the curls of his horns, listening to the wind brush by. Havoc had heard rumors before about the wind in the area, a song like breeze flowing through his mind as the cold breeze barely penetrated his coat. Feathered hooves moved onward, paying little mind to the soft song of the wind. Light flakes of snow flying with ease through the sky and not getting much chance to settle on the ground as the wind blew.

Nodding his head slightly the stallion finally found himself at the highest peak of the cliff her climbed. Golden brown eyes staring over the land as his head tossed. A half rear and the stallion tossed his head about, letting out a whinny to see if any inhabited the area. During his wanders the equine caught little scent of other horses in the area; he had passed the places herd scents were smelt to find himself in the rugged terrain he was in.

A long pause as the stallion stood in wait, just in case there were horses nearby, with the possibility of the land already been claimed. It seemed like ages up on the cliff top, wind rustling through the stallion’s thick dark hair, mane and tail flying about as his thick feathering moved slightly in the breeze. Patience came easily to the stallion as he stood rather motionless upon that barren rock. His mind wandered as over the time he stood lush green grass began to grown at his feet. A stunning sight that even on what seemed like such a dead rock grass grew around the draft stud. Though everything seemed to stop as Havoc snapped himself back into reality, realizing that not a single equine had answered his call.

Throwing his head about the horse reared once more, reserving back to a dominant stance, head high as he let out another call. Calling out his claim of this rather barren land Havoc nodded his head. A land to call his own and a place to call home, start a herd and a new life. It was what he wanted and know it was his. Head tossing once more the stallion threw himself about a moment, calling to his mind a shelter, with little knowledge of the land he still knew with his mind on the earth there would be quite a few places for shelter and this would be a perfect place to call his own.

[tay <3]

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