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From the darkness emerged the youthful ebonite stallion. The light of the afternoon sun beamed donw upon shiny pelt of charcoal. It was him, the son of the dead, the son of Dog Soldiers. Slender limbs carry muscled bodice forth, stopping before each of the sides. A sly grin is placed upon his handsome and dark features, one of his father's traits. Cold orbs glance from one equine to another before stopping upon Adrian. Yes, he had heard about everything, but would the dark side prosecute him for a crime that he did not commit?

He remains speechless, knowing the moment called for that deadly silence. Finely structured ears perk, crania is held high with his own self pride. Silk, ebony tail is flicked upon haunches. Loud, meancing snort escapes from nostrils, showing his true coldness. So, which side would be the first to accept. Seeing the carmine mare, Kissin Death, making a move at the light Queen, dentals are bared. They are thrown in the direction of the dark fae's whithers. If that move was successful, the stallion would atempt to throw her in the opposite direction. Sure, this would most likely put him in the evil bad books. Oh well. He merely wanted to cease all battle for that moment.