He belonged to the sand now. To the jagged landscape and the arid heat, he lived in the throat of a dragon, with the rest of my new family. It sent a shiver down his young spine, finally he'd found a direction in his life, something to work on and work towards. Sacre the Nightshades son, the colt on the mountain, the bloodstained progeny of dark history was making his own path in life. Unhindered apart from the absence of Roux that left a gaping hole in his heart, all he needed for perfection was the warm side of his crimson twin and the world before their feet. One day he would be strong enough, they would be strong enough to step sure footed and lead the way. Their own way. Create a safe land, a harmonious land, even if it meant becoming a monster to achieve it. At least, that was what Sacre had always thought. He wasn't strong enough, he didn't have all the components and there was still so much he didn't understand. Surely only a fool attempted to take charge when they knew nothing of the land. Sacre was young and his ambitions were grand, too grand for him at this current point in his life.

So he solidly served his new family, hell bent on protecting and providing, before he could achieve anything he would earn his keep. He owed Sikeax his new path and one day he would repay her, she could ask him anything and the colt would serve. Shadows engulfed him as he walked into forest of the threshold, the place where most of the interesting scents lingered, new flesh that wandered in not knowing where or why they were there. Sacre had done this before, ventured into the woodland on recruiting quests, though those times had been for the Aurora Basin. He had fond memories of the snowy mountains, but the boy couldn't find satisfaction for his curious heart in the frozen landscape. Inari followed along beside his bonded, the fox curious about what they may find and maybe a little hungry, perhaps the vulpine would go out hunting later.

Nose caught the scent of others and the boy moved off in the direction of them, picking his way through the undergrowth and skirting around branches before finally he found a rather large grey stud and horned paint mare. The stallion was impressive, his body thick with muscle and his horns were spectacular! Sacre imagined even his father would have been impressed by those. On the subject of his progenitor, the mare had a horn just like d'Artagnan's, though it was connected strange and she spoke revealing words in warm tones. "Hello" his voice, slowly turning more rugged with age, announced his arrival to the others and he fell to a halt near the paint mare.

"I'm Sacre and this is Inari, of the Dragons Throat." He suppressed another shiver at that, it was the first time he'd ever uttered such words and for now he rather liked them. He nodded to the path behind the stud before trying to capture the male's interesting silver gaze. Inari yapped in his own version of a fox hello. "Have you travelled far?" The boy was a little more reserved than the mare, he wanted to know just who this stud was before he offered him the shelter and resources of the Dragons Throat. It would do no good for him to murder them in their sleep after all.

[loool that awkward moment you completely forget your fox companion! xD EDITED]