From the horizon an unknown figure approaches. It starts off as a small black spot but as it gets closer it grows into the figure of a large black stallion. Fine ebonite limbs carry the primed masculine's fine bodice forth, eventually stopping once witihn the confines of the tt. A soft, yet meaningful snort escapes from nares, visionaries scan over both the inhabitants and the land. It was different from the last one, but it definantly had some qualities. A loud, savage tune escapes from parted lips, letting them know about his presence. Perhaps the fact the war was on he wouldn't be noticed, but who would know?