Thunder now rolled in the obsidian heavens above. As rain started too fall. A few moments later, he has right next too his heir whom stood there shaking violently under his sire's frame. There was the frame of Ginger laying there. Frame turned limp. Knowing she was attacked by something he had looked about for anything that could have caused the death of his love. A sharp war scream was shredded out threw the lands. As whips of wind slash around them all, gathering his doves about, he nickered once again. Then hearing the call of a young predator, towers flap back as he soon galloped fully in the general direction that of the sound. Rearing up lashing out, sharp cries where shifting as towers where tightly pulled back, daggers lashing out. The predator had lost the battle. Bobbing his crown as he moved towards the cadre, he looked towards Sinister as fury burned within him. But not as bad as any other, he had seen the fear within the young yearling's orbs. Nudging him over towards the other doves he known two more years it would be time.

Nearly a year has passed and it was time for the other too bring forth a new life, hours passed as a long delivery ended. The dove had brought birth too a beautiful young ebon dove whom looked just like Nightmare. She called too Nightmare and they both had come upon the name of Fallen Angel. While Nightmare stood there, he heard the cry of another stag. As dial was shot over his shoulder and snorted. The day's battle began afterwards Nightmare laid there lightly breathing as the other stallion laid there limp. Sinister had remembered the scent of blood and death. But never this kind of pain before, and know, these lands where his lands too protect and fight for. Even though he was a yearling and a few months, it ran within his blood.

( the beautiful island )

La Isla Bonita
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