OOC: Hey, I kind of made him a slight playlist for him. Feel free to listen to it while reading his posts.
PLAYLIST
'Kill her now! She is on the brink of her own stupidity with her armour, as if she is some powerful murder against a proven murderer like yourself.' Murderer. The word lingered about within his head, reminding himself of the dark tasks he had done. A faint glow came from his left before he knew that the white figure had left him. He stood about alone now with this idiot mare here, adorned in armour that made her look stupid when he had watched her attempt to take a flower hostage as a spy. Was she dumb enough to bring it back to her leader? He took steps towards her before she began the assault of words towards him.
Clunk.....Clunk......THUNK.
The first of warmth from the gears attempting to take action within his mind fell down into his iced throat. It slipped over his vocal cords, gentling touching them, as if running your fingers over an object, to melt them and awaken them. He was reminded of how bad his voice was. It was deep, rough, listening to it you'd think it belonged to a monster and demon. Those words just happen to fit the green-eyed dapple gray stallion to well. A smile sweeps across his face as he calls him a spy. His gaze turns dark and cold as it lingers in her golden eyes. The face plate cannot save her from his stare. Company returns, and the disease takes more controls. This time, with his gears working, it flings fire down his throat, and burns away the ice in rampt attacks. Suddenly, it grabs the reins, and takes full control as the white figure stands beside. His black friend to the constant distance has left him for this dark moment.
"Sha...Sha....Shaja.....Shajake. N..Nor vil...villian." A quick breath is brought in before it takes full life. His voice carries the same dark, demonic voice like it always has. It was even been there when he was just a foal. Then he was solid black except for the odd blaze that took a jagged effect over his left nostril. When he spoke as a child, it scared the others away. How they knew his fate, was just simply a sign of their destiny. "Only murderer."
Now a word that troubled him at first has taken on a welcoming feeling. What a surprise as he feels the white figure touch him. Shajake only takes a quick step to his right, evermore towards the winged mare. Oh how idiotic her given appearance was with the armour. He gives another chuckle to her as she stares down to him. They stand at almost equal height to one around, he only a few inches higher. A few steps are given to move himself out of the rage of the water as rain pelts down harder. Thunder roars overhead as the gray mass releases even more slaughter to them. As he leaves the water's might, a strong exhale is given as stream rises up, and moves in to shroud his green eyes. It lacks the strength to cover them for their brilliance of colour.
Somehow he is beginning to have fun with this little mare near him. A look of question is given towards her as he waits for her to give him an idea of who she was; she seemed so intent on figuring on who he was, might as well spill her own beans right now. The stray thought brings a laugh inside his head. Already he has begun the process of bringing his vocal cords back to their original state. She was going to force conversatio on him, he knew this too well. Might as well make it fun for her.
A slow movement is taken as moves away from her. Thin mist takes place in the grass as the rain becomes lively. He takes slow steps and sutle motion around her body, looking over her body and armour. At the sight of her wings, something within lingers with curiousity. He'd seen others with wings, reminding himself of a stallion who acted quite femine named Eios. It brought only a chuckle to his insides, locking away so that she wouldn't know his thoughts and emotions. This little mare was going to a trip with his mind. One fun little trip a cruel man like himself would surely enjoy.

"And here lies the words of a man void of a voice."