<sup>Black hooves move with great power as the dark stallion pressed onward towards the land of Misery Range. It seems that the inhabitant leader has been missing for quite sometime. But no worries, this wretched creature will be happy to take over this twisted land. Skull raised to the dominance height as daggers sliced through the terrain with force. A rough snort was given as he came to a halt smacked dab in the middle of the territory. Thorns sliced back against his skull as two midnight eyes scanned the area for the leader. A challenge is being made. If this so call leader doesn't arrive, then N.e.v.e.m.o.r.e will take it by force.

A piercing scream was erupted from his voicebox calling forth the leader of this god-forsaken land. The stallion lifted his right front dagger then slammed it into the earth leaving a mark amongst the dirt. His ebony tassel slashed behind his haunches irritated that none has dared to come forth. Thorns lifted to hear for approaching hooves. But there was none. With a shake of his head, the onyx stallion pressed onwards searching for any that lived here. Plus making his rounds marking this territory as his.</sup>