A Dark disturbance

[Dusty's Girl]

Dark Knight held his head high, his ears were swerving, trying to see if he was alone or not. Ever since both of his herd during his foal years were taken from him; the colt has never been the same and even now he can still hear the cries of those in the herd as they fell. Pawing the ground, he tossed his head, trying to make the images and the sounds go away. This was why he was as hard to get along with as he was. He had so many issues that no one knew how he felt on the inside; alone, hurting and mad at the whole world. He didn't know where Amour, Amirra or even Storm, Brave and Angel's family was. He felt abandoned in life and as he stood in the woods alone and in the shadows, Dark Knight made himself that cold stone once more and would not let anyone in to his heart or soul again. Once he did, it seemed like everyone was taken from him so why go through the hurt again? "Better to be alone than dead." Dark Knight said with a snort to no one but the wind. Lifting his head, he let out a cry as he also reared; lashing out his hooves.

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The trees were not a problem at all for him, in fact he had been raised in a forest. Ears swiveled in time with his breathing as he let his dark eyes roam the land in between the trees. He was impressive, or so he thought. But what did a young draft horse know about himself? His body stood on long legs that were feathered massively, a buckskin color that shone in dapples in the weak sunlight. His legs, while they should have been black, were mostly white with sabino markings racing up his belly. A wide and massive blaze stamped his face as it swiveled about. A long and thick black tail swung behind him, yes, he was alright in the woods for now.

Donovan was a large horse, but he was also young. Though he was around five years old, he stood at his full height of 16.3hh. He was a cross between a gyspy vanner and a clydesdale, one that was comfortable in this cold weather. But he was only here because he was still not where he thought that he belonged. He was homeless and not ready for a herd just yet. Maybe if he found a few stallions to hang around, he might get into the swing of things. If Rogue, had not kidnapped him and had not whispered such foolishness in his head, he might be ready for herd life and to settle down with a mare. But those years of forced silence and beatings from a pony that was insane, made the poor stallion lose his mind. But now that Rogue was dead, Donovan was well on his way to recovery.

His lips trembled as he let a soft neigh flow from his muzzle towards the other scents in the air. He was not sure of there was another horse here, but he might as well make friends before moving off and finding a place to stay for the rest of the winter.

[Dusty's Girl]

Dark Knight lifted his head as he heard someone else within the forest. His ears pinned back and he snapped at the air. No longer was he the gentle stallion taking after White Knight, the one stallion he had looked up too. Lowering his head, Dark Knight trudged through the snow and around the trees until he stood where he could see the other. Scenting the air, he picked up the scent of a stallion. Must be him. he thought to himself as he watched the horse. Dark Knight stood out of place among the white blanket of snow; being that his coat was black as a moonless night to give light. He knew Storm would have been better at blending in with the snow; yet Dark Knight would not let himself think to much on anything.

Moving from where he was, Dark Knight stood to the right of the stallion. Ears still pinned, he watched the other and sighed to himself. The cries had gotten louder and with it, he could hear the bullets being fired. Dark Knight was a tortured soul even at this age. Some may have gotten past it, but living through it twice had been to much for the stallion.

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His head swiveled around and finally settled on the stallion to his right. He nodded slightly, his black mane falling into his eyes for a moment and then falling back out of it. His hooves moved as he turned slightly towards the stallion, a friendly enough gesture. The silence was setting back in on him and he did not make a sound. The silence was a curse and it seemed that it liked to strike whenever he was at his most vulnerable. No, he could get through this!

Clearing his throat with some difficulty, he looked around.
"I come in peace, or so I want to. I have no qualms with the outside world and I hope that I do not ever need to fight. I am just not ready for a herd or anything like that. I just wanted to be in a peaceful place. I am sorry if I am intruding on you." Donovan had backed up a step, but he never would back down. That was how he was raised. But that was neither here nor there.

[Dusty's Girl]

Dark Knight sighed to himself as he watched the other stallion. "Hmph, we never want problems and yet they come to us without a second thought." he said as he turned and pawed the ground slightly. Lifting his head from where he had it lowered, he sighed once more. "So where do you come from?" he asked. He would try to make nice, but he wasn't going to promise anything to anyone. The only ones who could even reach him was Storm and them. Yes those three were the only ones who could possibly reach him since he had gone to far into himself and did not trust anyone.

Dark Knight turned to the draft horse and snorted. "I am always disturbed, so you coming has done nothing more that what has already settled in my life." he said.

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Poor Thing, his mind fluttered as he watched and listened to the stallion. Donovan nodded sagely, his black mane flagging with his motion.

"I was born in these lands, but I was stolen away when I was a young thing. The one that stole me was a pony stallion that had once held a herd here. But he went daft and stole me and let his herd die in the winter cold. He tried to teach me to be a brutal stallion, a bloodthirsty killer, but it is just not in me. Now I am back to seek my father. I had the sad misfortune of watching my mother die at the pony's hooves." his voice was soft, but he spoke and he did not attempt to hide.

"Where do you hail from?" His voice was quiet once more as he looked up towards the stallion.

[Dusty's Girl]

Dark Knight sighed as he looked out of the woods. "Far from here. a place high in the mountains and with a valley set safely inside the protection of the mountains, or so we all thought." he said. Shaking his head, he pawed the ground. "I watched my own mother die as well." he added. "Almost watched my best friends die twice as well as both of my herds I was living in."

Dark Knight lifted his head back to the east of him and sighed softly to himself. He wanted his old life back so much, yet there was no way for him to get it back. Glancing back to the other stallion, he walked forward and extended his muzzle. Maybe he could make a new life around here, a life with new friend. No, no one would ever take the place, Storm, Amirra and Amour had in his dark heart.

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Must be hard, Donovan thought to himself as he listened to the stallion speak. His black tipped brown ears flicked back and forth as he paused for a moment in the listening. Yes, this stallion needed a friend like Donovan needed.

He reached his muzzle to touch his softly before letting his tail swing behind him. Spring was in the air, but it did not matter to Donovan. No mare would want the crazy stallion, son of the crazy pony. Or so they thought.

"Do you live around here? Or are you just staying here for the time being?" He spoke softly and earnestly.

[Dusty's Girl]

Dark Knight looked back to Donovan with a sigh. "I wonder around here, but no, I have no place yet. Then again no place or herd could handle what I have seen." he said with a toss of his head. Dark Knight's head lifted and his ears swerved, catching sounds that not many would notice. He was far more alert in his later years with everything that had happened to him.

Turning back to the stallion, he said, "What about you? You wonder as I do?" he asked rather softly. It shocked him to hear how soft his voice was at the moment, but he dismissed it as being him missing his beloved friends.