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How long do we wander in this wasteland? Shadows of our former selves...
The second he entered this realm, finding his way out had become his singular focus. Honeyed eyes gathered thousands of positions, and he arrived at this exact spot at this exact time. He would say it was fate if he believed in such a thing, but he did not. Steady hooves carried his muscular frame ever onward, gaze intense as always and expression even in planes of barely tempered rage. Those who knew him well called him a devil, evil incarnate, but he was hardly such - just driven and willing to do anything and everything to achieve his goals.
Smoke enveloped everything, and he came to an abrupt, militaristic halt, knowing that venturing further when he could not even see his hooves would be unwise. Instead, he waited, blinking with steady patience as it lifted, revealing a sight he never thought he would see. This world, so broken and calloused, was not as terrible as perhaps he once thought. Where there had been char and black, there were now vibrant, verdant shades towering toward a night sky. Whatever illness might have been, it had been cleansed.
Blinking, he watched as a stunning creature exposed herself, coat of lavender and amethyst. Though he found her to be quite attractive, he did not outwardly express such frivolities. Besides, she had a black colt behind her calling her "mother". Interesting. Was she the cause of this sudden change? And why? What reason did anyone have to bring life back into this void? Without hesitation, he approached, dark stripes stretching over his fit frame, hair catching in his curled ram's horns.
"Why you do 'dis?" he asked, accent thing and voice deep. The question was direct but not rude. His gaze glanced toward the boy, giving a short acknowledgement with an efficient dip of his chin.
