Duchanar had been made a warrior of the worlds edge, an honor to be even considered a part of the "family" for him. But he still didn't want to accept the fact that he was part of a herd now, a family. He had always been better off on his own. And not only that, but he was going to be a father again. The mare that was to bare his child going by the name of Lana. The stallion had never felt regret in his life until this moment. He had raped Lana, out of greed, and just needing the sense of feeling control again, and the foal? Well, sadly he wanted nothing to do with it. It would not be his child, even if it was his blood, it was not his.

Duchanar stood overlooking the ledge he had quickly became fond of. The one that overlooked the raging waters of Helovia. If he was only to jump, all of this hate, and anger, and evil would be gone. But he could never get himself to take that step, sending him to the rocks below. Would anyone even care?

And then there was Thor. Thor had welcomed Duch into his heard, along with Mirage. Thor had become the stallions brother in a way, and a best friend. Duch had never opened up to anyone before. He had never told them about what he had done, or who he truly was. About the monster that lived inside him.

He was wrong, just wrong all over. His heart was cold as ice. And even to Thor, his brother, his friend, his family. He felt no mercy to. He felt as though if Thor was to die, he wouldn't feel a thing. No sadness, no grief, nothing. But there was a small spark of an emotion stirring in the male. Trust.

"Thor! I wish to speak with you my brother!" He spoke loudly, hoping to catch the attention of the much larger brute.

Words words. words.

Duchanar had not heard a word from the mare, Lana, he had gotten pregnant. He had no idea if his child was even alive or not. But he could only hope. Even if he wanted nothing to do with the demon, it was still his blood.

Duch looked to his side as he heard Thor approach. He was nervous to talk to the larger stallion. Not because he was intimidated by him, but simply because he was confiding himself in the other male. He was pretty much going to pour his heart out to him. His only friend, if that was even possible for the vile stallion to even have.

He took a deep breath before letting it out. The large chest of the dark stallion rumbling as he did so. His maw opened to speak but quickly closed again. He looked away from Thor's gaze before he began to speak.

"Thor, the reason I asked you to come, is because, I see you as my brother now, a friend, something I never thought could be possible for someone like me, but somehow, even in the threshold, you saw something in me, I'm not sure what it is yet, for I do not see it myself. But I am confiding myself in you, and I feel you have the right to know who I am, who the real Duch is. Who the person I have grown to despise is. My demons, and my non existent angels. I feel you need to know my heart, and why it is that I am so cold."

It took a lot for the stallion just to speak those few, yet many words to Thor. But yet he somehow felt a great relief and stress lifted off his chest. He took another deep breath and turned his face towards Thor's. His eyes gazing straight into the taller stallions once more.

Words words. words.

Duch did not know much about Thor himself either. But he knew that the great stallion before him, his king. Had many unanswered questions towards Duch himself. He knew that he had never given Thor a proper answer to well... anything at that matter. Duch was the type of horse to always find a way around the question, find loop holes and work his way around actually answering. But now was the time to provide his king with real answers.

"Thor, my brother, my king. I would firstly like to say" he paused for a second. Knowing he had never said these words in his life. He stopped again to take another breath, preparing himself for, well I wouldn't say the worst, but preparing himself for the inevitable, and somehow what seemed like the impossible.

I was born into a royal family, that of which you already knew about me. And what I am going to tell you next, might haunt you as it does me, so please forgive me before hand my brother. I watched my father kill my mother, in cold blood. The look in his eyes, is that of which seems to be the reflection of my very own every second of every day. Blood stained the ground, his face... my face... for days. It wasn't till I grew older that I knew truly what he had really done, and in response, I murdered my entire herd, not just my bastard of a father, who's face is my very own, but all of them, even the children, and....I... I felt nothing. No remorse, no sadness, no pain, no fear... nothing"

He stopped and looked at the mighty stallion next to him. He wasn't sure if he should continue, or just walk away. It was no easy task for the dark stallion to express his feelings, or talk about his past for that matter. "Should I continue my king? Or shall I take my leave?"

((I'm not sure why some of its green xD))

Words words. words.