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He couldn't believe the sight in front of him. What a weak colt that Flighty had given him! Out of all stallions, Flighty, being one of the highest of the guard, but fallen after having an affair with the Mistress Savina, bearing to gift the Voltaire such a weakling? He felt played, mocked. Well, he'll show Flighty what a great student the blue stallion was to him. And now he was mentoring his own mentor's son. Laughing coldly as the colt in front of him was breathing, gasping for air, the stallion was able to envision the end. The end of the colt's lineage. The death of the mare whom stolen his mentor's heart. The mare that changed Voltaire's intentions. The mare who gave birth to this colt. His two hons on the forehead were lowered, like a capra lowering his head to ram the enemy. He endured so much battle training, but had never actually killed one of his kind, just watched them suffer. His intentions were still partially good. Raise the colt, train him until he was old enough to be presented to his father and the other rascal of the family, Razien. He smiled, just thinking about the family reunion. Flighty thanking him for raising his son.

His thought was broken once the colt shrieked a bit. Rolling his eyes, Voltaire walked away, but was still a close distance away. Yes, this colt, Nasu, would prove to Flighty how much he had learned. All by killing his very own brother. The idea of brother killing brother exhilarated him, for though he did not have one of his own, he would watch as family stallions fought one another for the eldest son position. After all, the other two colts, Karitoriki and Eri went up north.. with.. that mare.

Disgust fell into him once more, and this colt reminded him too much of the mare, looking like twins. Rage fell into him and he wasn't able to control himself. Charging forth, he rammed himself to the colt, able to taste the blood that flew onto his muzzle. Even the colt's helpless screams of pain once more reminded him of Savina. "This is all because of her!" he screamt into the colt's ear, eventually letting himself free from the madness bubbling inside. Nasu was cut and bruised, on the dead grass under him, still alive, but damaged. Voltaire sneered, content. "Remember to mention to Flighty of how well of a mentor I am, will you not?"

Oh, he did not enjoy this interruption at all. He was caught by surprise, not even noticing that he had been crept up upon until actually being hit.All thanks to him warning the stupid colt. It was a hit that was able to keep his mind off of Nasu and stare at the stranger, snorting, not even replying to the insult that was obviously thrust upon him. What kind of stranger even dared to challenge the blue stallion? Only this stranger dared to, so it was remarkable to him. A bit of respect was placed onto him.

Voltaire stood his ground, waiting, hoping that his mentee was too, dead. Oh, how he would have loved to see brother fight brother, but to see Nasu dead even before that,.. well, that was something much more exhilarating. Narrowing his eyes, he then stared at the stranger, giving him room, but examining him, remembering every detail. He was not the type to forget a stranger.



Shaking in fear, Nasu heard another voice. One that was yelling at Voltaire? Pricking them to the side, he was able to hear the part of being a freak. Of course Voltaire was one! Why did he deserve to live anyways?! He then realized that he was being asked a question. Giving out a little moan, the colt laid still, just waiting.

Though Voltaire's instincts did tell him to immediately fight back, he felt like his fight here was done. Besides, Nasu was well beaten, brought this outsider into his own lands, and worse of all, the lesson was over. The outsider.. in... his.. lands. He watched, ready, as the striped stranger attempted making himself look before. Rolling his eyes, he snorted, wanting this to be over already.

"Why fight over this runt?" he hissed. "It is you who I would call the freak. You are one of those who pretend that they are so good that they would dare to interfere with a battle training lesson. You.. even that tail of yours. Ugghh.. so fluffy. You would never make it down here." He cocked his head to the side, trying to see the foal behind. "He will not do in his previous state, so he needed a boost to see what life is truly like, brutal, bloodthirsty, working under the Six." Turning his eyes back to the green that were staring at him, he scoffed. "But I would not attack you because you have not done much here... except cross the borders."

His stare was fixed on the stallion's every movement, flicking his ears forward from time to time, listening carefully to every word, waiting for his turn to speak. Voltaire did see some truth in the stranger's words, but wouldn't those have also been the word spoken by anyone else who was in the same situation as he was, but just did not know the blue creature? Already, Voltaire was well aware of all the spies and scouts in the south who would give news to the north. How he wanted to rid of them all.

"Tell me more about these options of yours." he demanded, into the idea that there was something else out there for him. With the humans? No way! "And then you may take the colt with you." His horns were raised, his eyes looking from the stallion to the colt, and back to the stallion. "Mark my words that that colt would be nothing but trouble if you were to raise him though."

Nasu was old enough to understand what was happening, but why was it now? Why wouldn't his father rescue him instead? Slowly getting up, his little legs brought him to the rear of his rescuer, shaking with fear.

"It is pretty evident that you have not learned my name yet, Fluffy. Its Voltaire. what might yours be Furball?" He blinked, hearing the words that the stranger had to say to him. Flashbacks came to him, remembering himself of his childhood. Such a weakling who was sort of like Nasu. He looked at the scared colt and back to the stallion, finally reflecting on himself. Was he willing to break Nasu's gentle nature and turn it into a beast like himself? Into a killer?

His eyes widened, hearing what was promised next. Kill him?! "No! You must not do that!" he shouted. Sure, all this change of thought must make the furball think Voltaire was mad and did not know what he was even trying to say, but there was far more into him than the drive of madness. "Don't kill him. Please, I beg of you. He will give you trouble, but you are not the one to call forth his death."

He ignored the guarding stallion and approached Nasu. "Stay away from this place Nasu. Go with this stallion. The South is not the right place for you. Find your mother if need be." With this,Voltaire stepped back, climbing back up the hill. His home.

Nasu did not say anything, but was left confused. Was he now free? But what if this new stallion would indeed kill him when Voltaire was no longer watching?

Nasu nodded his head, accepting his name of Nasu, looking up to the stallion above him. Was he ever going to be big and strong like Voltaire and Char? It was a little funny having someone older than him walk around the colt, for Voltaire usually told Nasu that it was just plain unnatural. He wanted to say something about it, but what if this Char would abuse him more than Voltaire did? Instead of following the stallion to safety though, he was forced to head forth, refusing to leave his homeland. What would he even find out there? "Where?" he asked, constantly turning his head around.