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.