~Ride the Wind~
~Run With The Storm~
~In the Clouds, I was Born~
~Hear My Hooves Thunder~
~My Voice Roar~
~I Am Squall~
~The Earth Bound Eagle~
~The Rouge Hurricane~
~I’m here to stay, Get outta my Way~
~Or Lord Knows You’ll Die Today~

Raven stallion chisels the shape of his hooves on the path that so many had taken before him. Midnight eagle, spell bound in the impressive chaise of this to all appearances imperial stallion, alacrity apparent in the torrential verdant oculus of he. His namesake wind wrestles with his lustrous mane, the very presence of said wind causing the bruja to rise his chest in dominating pride. He was his own hoss, and proud of his jurisdiction in both mental and physical areas. Even in knowing the extent of his seemingly limitless liberality, he also surrendered to the internal knowledge of others even ameliorate than himself. Those of whom fit that description would in time gain his respect and in time perhaps loyalty…for now, only the former appears possible. In any case, he could not remain on this trail and hope to seek its end. After these long moments of consideration, he proceeds down the path to Adrian To Power.