Solira: The Ocean: I'm the guy your dam warned you about

The raven stallion stood lazily on top of his perch within the shadows of his home, carbon dioxide visible as it escaped his nostrils with each exhale. Shadow Mountain was growing particularly cooler as the seasons changed, and his once sleek and glowing coat was transforming into a more thick, yet warm and comfortable hide. Demon stood at the highest point Shadow Mountain had to offer, a small ledge hanging over the steep incline of the edge of his forest, giving him a decent view of most of his beloved terrain. He was pleased to see the terrain littered with a few souls, which was a slightly better condition than how he had found it less than a season ago.

With a low grown, the brute stood erect, his profound cranium held high as he urged his resting body forward, leaving his hidden perch to travel down the steep and rather treacherous path out of Shadow Mountain. His body moved rather gracefully as he took each step with dead accuracy, he had traveled these paths far too many times to count throughout his life. With much ease, Demon reached flat ground, black legs disappearing under the thick fog that hung low along the moist earth in the lower parts of the mountain, each movement causing the fog to coil this way and that around his body. Eventually the stallion left the mountain's cool whispering winds and fog behind, traveling down a familiar path towards the gathering. If this routine is what kept his mind calm, then he would continue to stick to this technique.

The raven steed entered the gathering, slender black legs striking the earth with a gentle force with each stride. Dark orbs roamed the lands, noticing familiar and new equines a like. If there was one part he hated about being a ruler, it was this, this game. Demon, his personality was matched well with his homeland. Like the Shadow Mountain, cruel and unforgiving, but could provide the best protection. He also found it difficult to speak of the mountain's in such impressive detail to hide it's true eerieness and gloom. Other stallions had far more to offer to newcomers with lush, beautiful terrains.

Nevertheless, the routine must carry on. The raven stallion slowed his gate to a mere walk, keeping to the edges of the territory as he eyed the other's around him.

Demon of the mist

Demon – Stallion – Fresian – Three – 16h – Raven – No Foals– Solira – No lover