Dark hooves carried the light stallion on his way to the threshold. He felt free, and his body was as light as the air around him. He moved away from the Throat, feeling the hotness cling to his coat. It wasn’t winter anymore, so he didn’t feel the need to be by the snow and stay in one place. The winter always did that to him, and he would stare in wonder for hours as the unique flakes dropped past his eyes. It was hard to believe they would dissolve when heat damaged them, or form with others to become just a mass of white. He moved slowly once he reached the forest, finding himself in the familiar threshold. He moved along, looking at the greenery that was blooming. It was beautiful to see, and the smell of flowers filled his nostrils. He could hear water running in the distance, but kept moving. He suddenly found himself in a very strange situation. There was another in front of him, but he was very confused. It didn’t look like a horse to him, but what else would be wondering around in the woods that wasn’t? She had strange marks on her legs, and she was much shorter than the Irish Draught, but still very weird to him. He moved with caution, unsure of what she would be like or act.
“Excuse me, are you new here? Are you looking for a place to live? I’m certain I can help with that. If I may also ask, what are you?”

"talk talk talk"
"think think think"

Follow the trail of blood…
You'll find me at the end.

With bewilderment, the stag watched as the desert ass looked at something that wasn’t there. What…what? She is just as strange as the crazy polar bear. His eyebrow raised one it’s own, but he wasn’t overly surprised. He decided playing along would be best.
“It’s fine…quite a cute little fellow, they were also. How interesting. I’m never met a desert ass before. I apologize for my staring. I’m a philosophical stallion, always interested in how or what others are, or other things for that matter. Myself, I am a unicorn. The “spike” growing from my head is an enlarged bone, and it has many uses. Have you never heard of a unicorn before?” His gaze made a questioning stare, and he wondered truly if this ass had. He wouldn’t be surprised, being trapped in a desert were who’s knows what else was lurking about, but it was interesting that she had made it to this land at all. “The land were I am trying to take you is a desert known as The Dragon’s Throat. The area is very large, and two mares rule it. Kri the Resolute and Sumati the Sinbird are the leaders names. Oh, silly me, I seem to have forgot my own manners. My name is Valentine, pupil of the Dragon’s Throat. I think you will like this land, since you are used to a hot climate already. What do you say? Um…is seems that you have also misplaced your own name. May I have it, or is it a well kept secret?”

"talk talk talk"
"think think think"

Follow the trail of blood…
You'll find me at the end.