He had just woken up from a not so restful night. He had been unable to stay asleep and was unwilling to try any longer. He slowly got to his feet having no idea that his life was about to change but in most way it would stay the same. He walked to the enterence of the cave he had stopped in for the night. The sun was just starting to spread its rays over the land. He growled softly to himself wanting to get a move on and distance himself from anyplace he stayed. He nearly tripped over something though that was not there the day before. Looking down he noticed a small basket lying hidden in the grass and he grinned to himself. Some mare must of thought her would be safe here hidden from view. She must of came in the night on the run from something and not noticing the cave left her basket till she was safe. He was not happy because he liked foals or baskets but because it was a way for him to get what he wanted.
He started uncovering the basket before noticing it looked oddly like himself. It was black with green faint blue. How was it possible that this basket looked so much like himself..? It then struck him that one of the many mare he encountered might of been pregnant. He growled under his breath wondering if he should end the life of the basket he was no father and he had no intention of becoming one. He never thought a mare would have the guts to track him down and of all things trust him with a basket. She did not want anything to do with him and he had no idea what mare it might of been he loved to take his time with his victims.
The basket in front of him could be a heir he started thinking. This could be his first step in producing his own line. He could train the foal to be a killer to help him in his life quest of proving he was superior. He grinned to himself he would not kill this basket he would leave it here buried and come back for it once he set up a place for it to grow. He would not be father but he would train the foal after all his blood would run though its veins. He started walking away not even caring if something did take it he would just take it back. His mind was running wild with plans and thoughts on how he this was the start of the end. Once his line started growing he would never allow it to stop. He would seek only the strongest mares and they would produce only the strongest heirs and warriors.
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