Pushing past the boundaries, the draft mutt and his reptile queen made their way past the sides of the gathered to stay down with oddly colored eyes at the mangled body. The stentch of decay and death did not wrinkle the boy's nose, did not make him turn his face away in disgust. Rather the opposite, his mouth began to water at the the thought of devouring this fallen equine, right here, in the presence of all of the grown horses around him. Would anyone try to stop him in his deed? Surely not with a glistening, white dragon on his back that spewed deadly white flame. Flicking his tail harshly against his hocks, the white legged boy examined the body further. This was not like what Reginald had described to him in regards to the pegasus. No, this was a different murder, though perhaps made by the same culprit.

Black hair and sand, the two largest aspects of this mystery that stuck within Abraham's mind. Desert. Gwyneverre gave lightly, tilting her head some as her fiery eyes landed on the body of a familiar entity. She sprung from the boy's back and her mind fired with many different emotions, and Abraham knew instantly what she had found. Turning on his hind, the dual-horned hybrid looked upon the pristine white body of the mare he had met seasons ago in the dark caves--where she had protected him from an intruder--and her silver dragon. Gwyn trilled loudly, the rest of the world and any concern falling from her mind. Her pupils were large, making her iris' appear as a small, orange ring around the very edge of her eye. The younger white glided circles around Tinek, cooing to him in a way any infatuated female dragon would do.

She has lost her mind. Again. Ophelia--what has happened?" The youngster looked into the eyes of the white mare, his own odd eyes looking without emotion into her odd eyes. He was nearly as tall as her now, his body thick with muscle and far different from the younger colt she had protected in the caves. Abraham did not need her protection, now, for he was his own hurricane of power. Blinking, a familiar scent drifted into his nose, and he turned to look at the darker figure that Ophelia placed herself by. She smelled heavily of his father, and instantly the dark boy's body grew hot. He did not smell his mother on her anywhere, and Abraham's nostrils wrinkled in distaste. What had the Dauntless gotten himself into, now?

Sons of Anarchy: Abraham, Reginald, Ode, Jorogumo.