Colt left her children in the hands of the darkened forest, trusting that they would not disobey her. Over the recent works she had observed their behaviour, knowing well they slipped out without her permission and wandered far from her grasp. She kept them in line with harsh words and stunning blows that threatened to break bone if she so wished. Colt's firm handle on motherhood was something many would look down upon, especially in the way her children were already scarring at their tender age. She did not need to worry though, this harshness would harden them and leave them the perfect heirs to her Empire, warlords who were well equipped. She knew that one day she would guide them through battles, showing them the perfect strikes and taunts for any enemy. Without wings to fret over, they had no weaknesses other than the natural ones meant to be. Without a horn they may be disadvantaged at first, but she knew well enough that they would easily make up for it in force and strategy. Equines would always persevere. 

Colt wandered to the south, away from the forests and the ruby red pool and the towering trees. She moved beyond, to a new area she had never wandered before. She knew that it was a recent discovery, looking at the vast beyond where the scattered puddles reflected the sky in perfect detail. She would almost be in awe, but Colt has long since lost her ability to admire beauty in anything. It was beaten out of her, poured from her cheeks and lost to the wind when her father stole away her youth. Colt had no interest in the landscape, it was what dotted it that intrigued her. 

Gathered around an odd little booth were several Helovians. Charcoal ears perk up, gaze weaving through the bodies to spot the reason for the crowding. There upon the booth sat two pristine eggs, and at the booth was a crude rodent who wore something hideous, like it had skinned another animal to make up for a lack of fur (or dignity). Colt draws in closer, eyeing each individual to pick out who she could trust and who could be discarded. Only three were equines, and her stomach dropped. One was a young colt, doe eyed and untainted by the world's harsh hand. She hoped the parents of the boy knew what to do with him, that he would not end up a feather and stick loving blubbering fool like most equines she came upon. I know what this set up is, that one of those eggs would be going to me. For a moment I almost let a cheshire smile slip over my blank features, but I keep myself neutral for the time. I stand silently, awaiting this creature's explanation as to why he wants us to step up. 
"TALK TALK TALK"
-- wishlist, seeks black dragon with fire breath ability. 
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