Peace. Love. Happiness. (Open)

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Massive body stood on the shores of the clear flowing water. Even with the cooling weather this water was never to freeze; it never ran dry or sour. It seemed like a place of fantasy, then again, the horse himself was a fantasy of its own. Massive curled horns emerged from the stallion’s head, between his ears and curling full circle they easily weighed thirty pounds on their own. Though with the draft stallions massive size it seemed like light enough weight. Havoc towered over most he met, his massive hooves leaving quite a footprint in the ground. It seemed the horse was a sight to be seen, possibly something to fear, though Havoc was more of a gentle giant than anything, living mainly in a humble peaceful world than anything.

Along with the cool flowing water around the stallion, at least ten or twenty feet around him was grass, green and lush and full of life. Though most of the grass and other plant life around the basin was slowly dying with the winter climate, the soil was rich, quickly producing life around him. Even with all the water most plants could not live the cold. Snow started to dust the ground, slowly falling from the sky; it had been snowing most of the morning, though it was just starting to form a visible layer on the ground. Havoc ignored the snow, for with his growing winter coat he was more than warm. Lips lowered to the ground teeth ripping the rich greens from the earth.

Black tipped ears flickered slightly with the slight breeze, listening to the area around him. It was peaceful out, even with the light snow and slight breeze it was still a beautiful sight on its own. Massive black feathered hooves stepped forward towards the water, lips barely leaving the ground as he continued to graze. Golden brown eyes closed slightly as he relaxed, knowing there could be no real issue in the basin. The neutral grounds were kept neutral and both parties, including the most wild knew fair well no blood was to be shed here. There were rumors among the horses that blood shed into the water would change its state forever.

A deep sigh came from the dun stallion’s lips before they touched the cool water. Opening his lips Havoc sucked the cool water into his mouth. Tongue moving around the cool liquid he slowly lifted his head before raising his head and swallowing the sweet liquid. Thick neck arching the stallion’s golden brown eyes stayed half open lazily. Lips reaching back and touching his shoulder, lipping over his golden skin, teeth picking at his skin, scratching an itch before his roman nose rubbed his stripped forearm. Mouth opened in a yawn, teeth out in the open for only a moment before his head lowered back to the ground, taking one last drink from the cool waters before turning to his grazing again. Letting his large hooves plant into the ground as his teeth plucked at the grass. Tail flickering around his body, long black hairs flicking at his golden coat and massive hindquarters. Head raising and ears locking on a noise. Eyes opening to focus for a minute to the sound of possibly another equine, he wasn’t sure why, he had no need to worry. The basin was a safe place and there would be no attack on him here. A deep exhale and he turned back to his grazing, ears still flickering about to listen to everything around him.

[ANUBIS ;;]

We come with beautiful secrets
We come with purposes written on our hearts
Written on our souls

Winter indeed was coming. The great skies were beginning to gray, the wisps of feathery white lazily hanging sleepily above while teasing rays of sunlight managed to sneak through here and there. It had been snowing for most of the morning in the wooded areas. The landscape now appeared to be dusted in a fine layer of sugar, and the trees slowly morphed into crystalline statues, encased in ice and forever gleaming with reflections of other shimmering vegetation. Smaller creatures scurried back and forth this peaceful afternoon – the squirrels bustled about to gather the last of the nuts they could find, while chubby, fluffed birds tweeted and danced about in search of insects or seeds. It was truly magical, the peace that could calm vast expanses of land. It was as though the heavens themselves sung a lullaby, and the world was slowly closing its eyes, a smile drifted onto its face.

It was days like these that the copper-hued angel adored the very most. She had woken early in the morning to the sounds of quarreling badgers, each of whom were determined that the same burrow belonged to them and not the other. With a fragile layer of snow still dusted along her spine, the femme had lowered her delicate façade and broken up the squabble with a bit of scorn behind her reproachful song. Needless to say, she left the two with rather embarrassed expressions, and the badger who had attempted to steal the burrow that did not belong to him was thoroughly ashamed of himself. Such was the norm for this dove, who fluttered about the neutral lands like a nomad in search of wounds to salve and hearts to heal. Her reserved, chocolate eyes were warm with the suns of summer, but her petite frame roamed these winter lands as though she’d been birthed from the snowflakes themselves. Her cloven hooves walked soundlessly among the frozen leaves, and the slender horn that graced her forehead gleamed like the icicles that hung all about her.

The Great Basin was a wonderful world forever protected by a peaceful lull that hung over it at all times. No matter what creatures found themselves venturing to its shores to drink from its endless elixir, not one act of violence had occurred here. The effect this area had on others was mystical, and naturally its healing atmosphere attracted the wanderer. Gwyn spent much of her time here assisting those who were in need of help, or simply offering company to those who wanted it. Today, when the copper pixie stepped out from the trees and into the grassy fields approaching the water, she noticed a single being standing among a patch of lively grass amongst a canvas of dying, snow encrusted blades. She paused, her quiet eyes curiously wandering over the large, dun brujo, with a pair of curled rams’ horns adorned on his brow. The fae had not seen him here before, but that was not entirely uncommon. This was a getaway for a countless number of spirits, and Gwyn was slowly familiarizing herself with all of them.

Placidly, she stepped forward again, the light feathers about her forelimbs dusting away the fine layer of snow on the ground. The tresses at the end of her lion-like tail swept the hoof-prints she left behind away, a forever habit of hers due to her solitary lifestyle. The damsel stopped before she reached the lush grasses the stag stood upon, certain that he was the cause of their mythical growth. Her delicate apex lowered, and her velvet nares flared to breathe in the wonderful smell of living vegetation. With her ears perked up, it was clear from the very aura Gwyn gave off that she was a gentle-hearted spirit. “’Lo. That is a fine gift you have.” The songs that came from her were as beautiful as they were wise, a sage beyond her years. Intelligent occs gazed at him with a placid, friendly expression, and she ignored the deep rumbling that came from her empty stomach. If these grasses were his gift, then it was not hers to take.

We come to every new morning
With possibilities only we can hold
That only we can hold

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Ears flickered around locking onto the approaching horse. From the corner of his eyes Havoc could see the copper mare. His black tail flicked once as his dark lips finally moved away from the green feast around him as his head slowly lifted. He watched the angel like creature approach, ears and eyes locked on her. Havoc was humbled by her sight, an angelic creature, she was small, and though compared to Havoc not much was large. Her cloven hooves moved through the snow dusted grass with a bit of grace, her long lion like tail swishing her trail away behind her. Havoc turned slowly, watching her lower her lips to the grass around him, ears locking on her as her voice spoke to him like a song.

”Thank you. It does come in handy.” It was quite true it seemed, Havoc himself was a little on the large size, not just in stature but in well fed and possibly slightly overweight. For a horse in the winter Havoc was probably more than just a bit overweight. His voice was soft when he spoke to her, showing the gentle giant he was. Ears flickering when he thought he heard he stomach grumble. ”Please, help yourself. If no one eats it, it will just die when I leave.” His head nodded towards her, assuring her that it indeed was fine grass and there was no worry in eating as much as she wanted.

”I’m sorry, I must have forgotten my manners miss. My name is Havoc; I come from the Hathor Cliffs.” His golden brown eyes watched her quietly. She appeared older than he, clearly alone. Taking some time to take in her scent there was no smell of a herd or another on her. It seemed though to him her scent was near her angelic features. The vegetation called to him once more, lowering his head to take a last mouthful of lush green grass. The greens were just as lush as summer fields, a constant reminder to the stallion that he was a lucky one. Havoc was constantly humbled by everything around him, as even in the winter months he had everything he needed. He never tried to flaunt it around though sometimes it seemed that it grew no matter where he went or what he was doing. Most of the time it was under control, though sometimes he stopped thinking and it just appeared.

The soil was full of life around him, for Havoc was always in a good mood, which seemed to in turn make the soil vibrant and full of life. Though when the massive dun stallion angered the soil was more prone to crack and break, showing signs of an earthquake rather than growing lush green blades of grass. Though how or why didn’t quite seem important now, his mind focused on the mare before him. He was lost in her angel like features for a few more moments, her horn catching his eye. It was nice to feel the presence of another, though it seemed beside her appearance there was something different about her. Curious of her power for a moment he let the thought shake from his mind. ”The snow is beautiful isn’t it?” Golden eyes scanning across the horizon, watching for a moment the layer of white powder increasing over the dead vegetation around them, the sound of water moving through the basin soothing.

[ANUBIS ;;]

Redemption comes in strange places, small spaces
Calling out the best of who we are

A world of giving spirits was what made Gwyn’s lifestyle worthwhile. An expression of gratitude here, tears of relief there, it did not matter what the response. The damsel simply loved the warmth that spread throughout her chassis every time she was able to help out another soul, and she left each healing individual feeling more refreshed herself. It was a rewarding self-created occupation of hers. Greetings like these, with other equines with the same outlook on life brought with them a deep sense of peace. From the gentle words that spilled from the enormous brujo, Gwyn could tell he was a kindred soul to her. He did not appear to be a hurting soul, or wounded in any way, but these days had been slow and lonely, so the angel would spend time with him today simply as company, if he desired it, until her mythical name spilled from the lips of someone in need of her assistance.

Sweetly, the gentle giant offered her some of the lush grasses he had conjured up, and Gwyn bowed her refined head in gratitude. “You are gracious. I fear that stopping to eat slips my mind at times.” she replied warmly and took a single step forward with her petit, cloven hooves so that the front half of her bodice stood within his circle of grasses, but her back limbs still stood amongst the snowy expanse. Gently, she lowered her velveteen lips to the vegetation and began to crop away at it as she ate. This skill of his was apparent from the very taste of these grasses – they were sweet and lush, as though a spring dew had just fallen over them. Gwyn’s hungry stomach sang with praises and approval. So transfixed by this delicious gift was she that she had almost missed his salutations and introduction. Remembering her manners, she lifted her head again and set her warm, chocolate pools on his. “It is a pleasure, Havoc. I am Gwyn, of no land. I have seen your cliffs from afar. They seem lovely.” she spoke politely in a musical sing-song and then lowered her lips to the grasses again.

It did not surprise her that this great creature was a monarch over one of the territories. His sheer stature would be enough to intimidate any smaller stags from attempting to take his homeland from him. The two of them ate in peace for a time, their teeth cropping away at the finely formed grasses. This damsel had always been one to enjoy companionship even if words were not shared. Simply the feeling of another’s emotions radiating from their body was enough of a comfort to her solitary life. This one in particular did not seem the sort that required her to emit her own waves of peace from her bodice. Even as he lifted his cranium, it took her a moment to tear herself away from the grasses, but her delicate one finally followed suit, and her peaceful eyes scanned the drifting snowflakes as he spoke. “It is indeed. Winter has always been my most favorite of seasons.” She murmured quietly. It was hard to say, actually, whether Gwyn had any favorites of anything. She was always pleasant and pleased with almost every encounter, and nearly nothing could set the femme off. Kind occs glanced back over at the giant brujo before her and she lowered her skull some again, stretching her petite nape out to brush his shoulder with her velvet muzzle. “You are kind, to share your piece of Spring with me.” her songs came forth again and she smiled. There was never a day that she went without gratitude.

And I want to add to the beauty
To tell a better story
Shine with the light
That's burning up inside

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It gave the stallion great pleasure to feed a hungry soul. He smiled as she brought her body to the grass, only half stepping on what appeared to be a clean break between spring and winter. The abrupt clash of lush green grass and dying and covered in a blissful layer of powdery snow. ”You must never forget to eat miss, for through the winter it seemed that only around myself does a full meal grace this land.” His vocals spoke with a bit of elegance, soft and almost sweetly to the mare. Havoc was more than grateful to share with any equine in need, and if it seemed that they weren’t in desperate need he was always more than willing to help. Snapping out of his own thoughts when her musical voice spoke to him again he nodded. ”The pleasure is mine miss. They are a lovely place, sometimes can be a hassle for those without the sure foot, but still amazing in so many ways. When the grass grows from the tops it is something of a fairytale.” He smiled as he thought of the cliffs. It was the elegance of the land that caught his mind yet again. The wind is though what made him think the most. Her voice reminded him of the sweet whispers in the wind that was abundant there.

After his last word his dark lips lowered again to the ground at his hooves. The lush grass still sweet on his lips and settled in his stomach with the clear abundance he had been eating the majority of his life. Surely he did not always have to conjure up a meal so to speak but the way he wished it was always sweeter than the grass from just the regular soil. Maybe Havoc was just lucky folk. The massive dun stallion seemed to have everything an equine ever needed. A horse needed food, water and shelter. For Havoc had every bit of that, clear access to water, and even more obvious access to all the food he wished for, and of course the cliffs and caves gave him much shelter. He was lucky he guessed, lonely at times, but lucky of course.

He nodded at the words of winter. He loved the snow, the wind blowing the white wonders around the cliffs and lands. It wasn’t particularly his favorite season on all, though it wasn’t much far off. Fall was his choice, the leaves floating away in the wind, changing into vibrant oranges, browns and reds. Fall is where he blended the most, his golden and black colors mimicking the dying leaves and vegetation. It seemed like such a dark time, though Havoc found much joy in every bit. For when life ended, it was sure life was to begin again, and ever season it did, fall froze over to winter and then thawed into spring, growing into a flawless summer. To the stallion it seemed the seasons were completely necessary, and of course, they surely were.

”Please Gwyn, don’t run off until you have had your fill. For like I said, it will not last long once I have gone.” The touch of her soft muzzle at his shoulder turned his head with a smile. He reached out his large nose to return her touch before turning to take a few blades from the rich yet seemingly frozen soil at his feet. Lifting his head once again his eyes turned to her. ”If you ever feel you are hungry and in need of nourishment, you can find me in around the cliffs, surely if you hear the whisper in the winds you can find me, I would be more than honored to help you in anyway.” His words were honest and soft. For if she ever was in need, all she needed was to find him. It was now he made the mare his friend regardless of where she found herself after their encounter.

[ANUBIS ;;]

It comes in small inspirations
It brings redemption to life and work
To our lives and our work

A sagely expression came to the damsel’s façade as she lowered her lips to the grasses again. This was where she felt comfortable, here in neutral lands alongside a friendly stranger. Perhaps it was about time she’d treated herself to a momentary day off, where she could allow herself to simply stop for a moment and enjoy the world about her instead of bustling about in an attempt to solve its woes. As much as Gwyn was a nurturing, family-oriented soul, she could not keep herself from wandering. She’d not settled down in her nine years of life and felt no great need to do so just yet. The thought of having a close-knit family was tantalizing, definitely, but the dove also loved those whom she met out here, such as this Havoc character. She supposed, in the long run, that she would find a haven where her soul could be put to rest, and she could devote her emotional healing talents to the creatures that lived there.

In an act of grace, the angel had reached out with her velvet muzzle and grazed it against his muscular shoulder. To her surprise, however, he turned and returned the affection. It was commonplace that Gwyn was a creature to show affections to those around her, regardless of how they felt towards her. Most often the touch of her muzzle was met with simply a look, and rarely ever did they return the gesture. She dipped her skull again and smiled, and like clockwork, the peaceful pleasure poured from her chassis, an emotional peace that was capable of lulling those around her into the same emotional state. Of course, the notion would likely go unnoticed, since Havoc seemed to be quite jovial himself this afternoon, but at times like these, Gwyn wasn’t able to stop herself from exuding some of those sentimental auras, lest she be overwhelmed by them for holding them in.

The dove took a few more nibbling bites of Havoc’s lush grasses before her petit stomach had its fill. His soft vocals warmed her heart again and the femme gave a gentle nod. “I will remember that, dear friend. Perhaps some day soon I’ll go to your cliff-tops and see their beauty for myself.” her singsong voice replied. Her lion-like tail curled loosely forward about her hind right limb, its flaxen tresses dusting away the snow. The damsel was not overly concerned about her ability to eat through the winter months. She could always get by on grazing here and there, since her cloven hooves were prone to wandering. It was not often, though, she she was cordially invited onto the homelands of these giant brujos, so she felt honored all the same. “And should you need anything from me, you need only call my name.” her warm songs came forth humbly. Over her few weeks of living here, she’d already begun gathering the common name of guardian angel among whispering, thankful lips. Somehow, she always managed to be right where she was needed.

It comes in loving community
It comes in helping a soul find its worth

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Golden brown eyes gave little way as the mare seemed surprised at his return of affection. He was quite an affectionate horse, and of course if she was to show affections first he was more than likely to return. It did surprise him a bit he found such a caring mare out here all on her own. A slight smile came to his lips as he watched her. His golden brown eyes watched her graze quietly; he had had enough of his own grass for the day but would be more than willing to conjure up all the grass she could want.

”They are most beautiful. The whispers of the wind seem like something you would enjoy. Sometimes it seems like they sing. Even in the worst of winds still it seems like a song, singing through the rocks.” It was hard for him to explain the whole lot, though the cliffs were amazing in so many ways. The massive stallion loved heights and the water rushing against the rock made such wonderfully soothing noises. The whole place was like music to his ears, a place of calm serenity. Though it seemed more than obvious he was not home and the basin was a very different place.

His head cocked to the side slightly as she spoke of only needing to call her name. ”You hear thoughts?” He questioned slightly, unsure of what she meant. The lands were massive and it seemed odd that only calling ones name would beckon them forward. Maybe she could hear the thoughts of those around her, or maybe only the ones she had met before. Everyone in the lands had some kind of power, like he and his manipulation over the earth. He’d seen many before, with wings and horse of all kinds, horses of all shapes and sizes, he knew the lands were more than normal, as so was he.

Large mouth opened with a yawn, it had been a long day thus far wandering around the common lands. He had spent most of the last few days marking his area around and amongst the cliffs. Though there were many clear boundaries markings his from the next and he had no real worry about his home. His home seemed the least desirable for those who feared heights or were not sure of foot. He loved his home, and hoped for his own sake he could find mares to join him and not have it stolen away. Though it seemed having it stolen seemed odd, he was by far a giant compared to most of the equines he had met already and there were more desirable lands to choose from for sure.

[ANUBIS ;;]

A clouded dream on an earthly night
Hangs upon the crescent moon
A voiceless song in an ageless light
Sings at the coming dawn

Gwyn adored listening to others, whether it be to the histories that brought them to the present, or whether it just be simple, friendly conversation. The damsel was a nurturing soul from every corner of her being, so much so that it simply radiated from her pores. The chocolate dame listened politely to the large brujo accompanying her, warm gazes, smiles, and occasional glances in the direction of his cliff-tops making it clear that she enjoyed listening to him speak about his home. She lifted her delicate façade a little more, her wise gaze falling on him peacefully, and her sing-song lyrics flowed again. “The whole world sings. It is just hard for some to pause a moment and listen.” It seemed as though Havoc was the type of fellow who would understand this. It was clear that he heard the songs, but Gwyn was sure that he’d come across others who would give him a strange look if he talked about singing cliffs.

To his question, she released a musical laughter from between her velvet lips. The tune itself was breathy, for the angel did not laugh very often, but the shine in her amber eyes were of good humor. “Some think that. Others wonder if I am an apparition.” She took a step forward with her cloven hooves, as if to share a secret with him. “But when one learns to stop and listen, they can hear much more than they ever thought they could.” It was not often that this dove was so playful. More commonly, she presented herself like a sage, a wandering nomad who spoke in thought-provoking riddles and disappeared before too long. Laughter and playful looks lit up her delicate façade with a youth she did not usually display.

She caught his yawn, no doubt caused by the lazy sun hanging in the heavens and a belly-full of lush grasses. Instead of simply telling him what he power is, the damsel lowered her velvet lips to the grass again and began nibbling lackadaisically around her. Her focus was instead in her very core, and though her posture did not change even a fraction, she began exuding some of her playful energy in an aura about her. No doubt, Havoc would feel a mild re-energizing effect, though noticeable enough to understand that it came from her influence. Without pausing her radiated energy, she rose her refined head again and looked at him with those wise eyes. “I have the ability to feel, and to help others feel.” Her wise songs spoke in riddles that were easy enough to understand. Her velvet lips curved into a small smile. “From lonely hearts to nervous souls, from exhaustion to sadness to fear. I can soothe what ails those around me.”

Birds in flight are calling there
Where the heart moves the stones
It's there that my heart is longing for
All for the love of you

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Words came easily from the chocolate mare, her vocals like a song on its own. His ears fluttered slightly as her voice sung. Taking it upon himself to sit in the silence for a moment. Now he had listened to the winds in and around the cliffs, but that was just sheer time. Now he was listening just to listen. He listened to her quietly, the musical laughter almost warming his soul. It was when her song filled words spoke again that he snapped out of the song in his head. Staying silent now he simply nodded his head, ears flicking around before his head tilted slightly at her laughter. Her face lit up like the sun on a cloudless day, rays of sunshine catching her face in every shade.

He felt a smile coming to his face. His body perking up more as he spent more time with her. Simply he stood, watching her graze on the grass growing from the frosted ground. It wasn’t until she spoke of her empathy that the large dun stallion really understood. She brought up the whole mood. He stopped to think, relaxing a moment to let her influence wash over his body. A deep breath carried through his lungs and exhaled softly through his nose before his rough, yet softly toned voice spoke. ”You sound like a saint, maybe an angel sent to help bring peace.” His lips tightened lightly in a smile.

It seemed like the mare herself was the gentlest heart he had ever met and empathy was more than a gift than a power. She used her gifts in the best ways possible. It was like he could feel her heart was in the best place, though maybe it was simply the gift she shared with him. Matching her smile with his, his dark lips parted lightly soft breaths. ”I take it you are more of a lone angel, one to bring your joy and humble to everyone instead of only some.” That is what she appeared to him, she was wise, showing much more age than he, bit that really didn’t matter, she was the lone wolf and it seemed to him that only on her death bed would she be surrounded by any type of herd. For Gwyn was surely loved and he could see why.

[ANUBIS ;;]

A painting hangs on an ivy wall
Nestled in the emerald moss
The eyes declare a truce of trust
And then it draws me far away

This amber-hued wanderer was always the most humble of creatures. She forever thrived on assisting others, requiring only their lift in spirits to feel fulfilled. Gwyn had grown up from a dazzling filly chasing her shaman dam’s fetlocks, spent years under the angel’s influence. Countless of souls came to her mother, and there were few that she was unable to help. While she’d always questioned how her dam could feel complete without the company of Gwyn’s sire, she came to know that healing through the powers of emotion was a full-time job and had rewards unreachable to someone who was tethered to someone else by the heart. Indeed, the damsel had been created in love, but her parents understood that some loves were more important than others. Mutually, they separated, both in search of the wounded. Truly, they had been saints. Gwyn was sure of it.

But with Havoc’s complimenting words, only a placid smile graced her velvet lips and she gazed at him with her amber pools through the waved tresses of her forelock. Snow was dancing around them both, and while they landed on her and dusted the crest of her neck and along her delicate spine, somehow the grasses at her cloven hooves remained untouched by the winter. “Peace of mind is a greater harmony than even the songs that the world sings.” she murmured, her façade reverent and wise. “But I do not claim to be a saint or angel. Everyone has equally beautiful souls – they just don’t know how to set themselves free.” Her smile grew a little, and she drew nearer to the enormous stag when a frigid breeze swirled about them.

The dove hoped to meet more creatures like Havoc in this world. Often, those who were hurting had set aside all of their graces in the place of misery and confusion, and Gwyn spent the majority of her time simply drawing them back to quiet instead of peace. This monarch though seemed to harness the grace already. Such a refreshing change. “I help those who need it, no matter the shape or size or background.” she murmured back to him. “If one were to only seek a specific type of individual, how would he or she be helping at all?” She pondered this for a moment herself, thinking aloud to this wise companion of hers. She enjoyed his company, that much she was sure of. He made her own heart feel lighter; something not many could accomplish.

Finally, the dame’s chocolate pools regained their alertness after drifting away in thought, and she focused back on Havoc. Her delicate ears pricked forward and she flared her nostrils, drinking in the refreshing, winter air. “You seem to be a healer of a certain kind as well, Havoc. You rejuvenate the earth from its slumber and grow back what has been lost. I may help those around us, but you help the very world we rely on to survive.” Gwyn paused then, taking a moment to revel in the realization. It was fascinating, truly, that she came upon another healer of sorts.

Where deep in the desert twilight
Sand melts in pools of the sky
When darkness lays her crimson cloak
Your lamps will call, call me home.

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Maybe Havoc in himself was actually some kind of saint himself. He could produce endless amounts of food to eat and make shelter from the elements. He was an element on his own. For earth was one of the five elements. The peacekeeper of the five Havoc was a decent example of that single element. For Havoc wished to be involved, needed, he loved being in charge, though being the center of attention bothered him. He wished to be everything, the kind gentle giant he was showed very much in his power. For harmony was all that this Amun stallion wanted, with the grace of being overprotected, he could feel already he would be overprotective of this small wonderful mare. There was no doubt in his mind that Gwyn could take care of herself, changing anger and sorrow into love and happiness.

His darkly tipped ears listened to her soft words. He couldn’t seem to find the words, for Havoc had seen horrid souls in his lifetime. There was evil out there and it was hard for him to believe that there was good hidden beneath all that evil. Pure evil was something he believed in, though maybe she was right, maybe there was something in everyone. ”For help of one is help of many and help of many is help of all.” Words slipped from his lips with little intent on meaning. It made little sense to him, hopefully making some to the maiden before him. For if she helped one, she could help only a few in return, though reaching out to many would help so much more.

He never did imagine himself a healer in anyway, for most of the time there was vegetation to eat, though through the winter months the hungry may consider him a savior. Though every equine was a savior in its own way, with so many with active and even passive powers, unique and powerful the lands were. He paused his body for a moment, thinking of the right thing to say, still feeling quite a bit of joy. ”I guess that is true. You are very insightful. Best be careful, I might have to keep you for myself.” His rough voice chuckled as he spoke his latest comment. It was true though, she was a gem in her own, but truly he knew that her solitaire was her own wishes. Taking a few steps towards the water Havoc’s large head and roman nose dipped to the cool liquid, taking an easy drink before lifting his head and turning back to the mare. ”I should probably let you be on your way miss Gwyn. For there are others in more need than I. If you are ever hungry, please feel free to seek me.”

((I have no idea what more to say between these two. Lol.))

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Completed.