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.

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 he had found some trust in that stallion, and somehow had spoken his heart. Told what darkness lived in him.

He entered the Threshold for what seemed like the millionth time. They said it would get easier, but they lied. He still felt the awkwardness every time he set foot into the forested area. It seemed just like yesterday he had met Thor, and the stallion from the throat by the name of Hector.

A low nicker caught the dark brute attention, large body heaving towards the sound, making out the figure of a mare. HEr coloring was similar to his, but her pattern was oh so different from his all black body, and eerie white face, and not to forget the blood splattered markings that covered him.

"Duch, Protector and warrior of the World Edge. What brings you to these parts of Helovia?"

He asked the question he already knew the answer to. Everyone coming through the threshold were all seeking the same thing. A home, a family. All quite the contrary from what the dark stallion had wished for himself.

Words words. words.

It was normal that the stallions face looked cold and emotionless. And it was no different as he looked at this mare. He had no feelings towards her. Nothing at all. He felt not one thing. But he could sense her happiness. And it disgusted him. How could a creature be so happy, and also so full of themselves. Well there were many horses who thought far to highly of themselves. Sure she was pretty. But that was it.

Next came the flattering. And yet again. His face did not change one bit. His cold stare etching into her forehead. He let out a soft grunt.

"Oh please fae save your adulatory words for someone who really does give a damn." Australian accent was think, but his voice showed no emotion. Mo anger, happiness, sadness, nothing. "The worlds edge is quite the sight. It is led by Mirage the Dragonheart, and Thor the Gentleheart. Maybe there, if you are interested in accompanying me, you will find a stallion who finds your imposing words to be worthwhile. As for on myself, I would save your affirmation"

He looked back at her. The snow starting to settle on his ebony coat, trying to blend him in with his surroundings. He lifted his large black bat wings and stretched them out, watching as the snow fell from their thin long limbs.

Words words. words.

Duch chuckled slightly as her tone completely changed. Sure it was still happy and giddy, but she no longer felt the need to try and gain him with waste of time compliments. Instead now she apologized and also still wished upon him a home. He was mean but he would not deny her the right to come with him if she pleased. The walk home would probably be just as boring and conversation-less such as it had been when he had first gone to the edge with Thor.

Duch cleared his throat to speak again. "Do not apologize. Such things are meaningless to me." he said nodding his head to her as she stuck out her foot. "Right than. Follow me. But fair warning, the trip is about a day or two on foot. So seems this is going to be an adventurous two days seeing as you are wingless."

He turned his body away and tucked his wings back close to himself. His long black and red legs stretched out as he walked. It was sort of a prideful walk. But yet his steps seemed to bury farther into the ground than a normal horses. Maybe it was due to all the baggage the evil brute carried on his shoulders.

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Words words. words.