He's found himself a nice, calming and secluded area in the caverns, and area surrounded by shadow. The skin around his neck was dry and bloody from rubbing against the metal chain with every move he makes, causing his mood to be below the weather. Rounded ears flick back, white pupils visible in the shadows. He has laid down, listening to the roaring of the waterfall nearby.

He's begun to doze, conscious drifting into the unknown depths of sleep and dreams. The rumbling sound of water morphs into horrific shouts and screams. Thought of a stallion who shook the ground with every step plagues his mind, body quivering as nightmares take hold of his subconscious. Beneath dark lids, eyes thrash about, taking in solemn surroundings. Trapped in a camp of enslaved, forced to drag hundreds of pounds behind him, straining himself as he marches uphill towards the destination. A leather whip is cracked, horses jumping at the frightful sound, followed by cursing and screaming. A mare to his left falls, chains jingling as her body crumples, sides no longer heaving. Ears flick back, irritated, aggravated, sick of being treated like scum. Time fades, the world a blur of movement as time passes. He's standing in blood, hooves stained in deep red. Tail twitches irritably as rain begins to drum down upon the earth, blood washing away. From his pelt washes away the crimson liquid, making him feel clean, his sins washed from his body. A sigh of relief escapes his lips as he moves over the mutilated corpse, not even registering the cold, dead eyes that stare up at him. Like a shadow in the night he swiftly glides over the earth, heavy metal chains dragging behind him. He raises his head and lets out a primitive growl, a roar of a king.

Body shivers, consciousness grasping the muscular body. Dark lips curls, eyes darting about in an act of paranoia. Vision is blurry, mind still clouded, body attempting to start its engines. Letting out a yawn, ivory lined gums flickering in the shadows. Tail swishes as the beast collects himself, rolled out onto his stomach. Shaggy forelock hangs down over feline eyes, primal glint to the orbs of the beast. Dark ears twitch, trying to pinpoint sounds that echo through the chambers. The thrumming waterfall distracts the stallion, mind beginning to clear of the clouds. Inhaling deeply, the beast blinks to clear blurred vision.
"Talk talk talk"