The more the thoughts took hold over his mind the more anguish it created building against his careful restraint. He was not flawless by any means but he had never been pushed to such desperation before in his life. He felt like a caged animal trying to claw its way out not caring the consequences such a thing would create. Shaking his head he was frantically trying to gain some control back over himself before he did something he would regret. So much temptation surrounded him down here concentrating scents to agonizing proportions driving him half mad. He could not give in to these urges, he could not let them win. He tried to visualize his mother before him as she drilled such a lesson into his head many times but the words never came forward to aid him. Behind closed eyes many pictures were brought to life some he could not remember if they were just a figment of his imagination or reality. Could his father really have done such a thing, why couldn't he remember it better. Striking out again another clash of shattering shale sounded all around as it crumbled beneath the strength of his kick.

Taking a deep breath to calm himself or at least attempt to he forced himself to stand still upon ancy hooves. He needed to run but had no where to go maybe he should just risk his own safety before he endangered others. "You're from the Foothills right? I'm Parelia."

The feminine voice startled him back to the now forcing him to try and cram all the thoughts clouding his mind back down to regain what little control he had left. He was eventually going to lose it as the loneliness slowly but surely suffocated him, but he was not going to lose it not now. Gritting his teeth he swallowed the emotion in his throat before taking another breath. As the mare approached his eyes slowly began to focus on her image instead of the memories. Her touch was gentle and friendly giving him some reassurance that he could pull himself together again for awhile. In his frantic pacing he had not only failed to notice the mare beside him approach but also the figures of two others not so far off. His eyes snapped to the figures mentioned recognition slowly dawning upon him. "Confutatis! Leave her alone." The words came without much thought as the most responsive mare of the two touched on his weakened constraints. It was this mare who had challenged Apollo for his throne wishing to bring death to them all.

His harks drew back as he stepped towards the pair positioning himself in front of the Parelia, eyes focused on Confutatis. The other mare who he vaguely remembered still seemed rather disoriented by the commotion lay still too close to the other mare for his liking. He had seen first hand the damage her saliva could do to flesh by the wounds Apollo had suffered, he was not about to let her hurt someone else.