Hieratic was a strange place. The little stallion didn't keep up with history, but he knew one thing. A female Pharaoh was not a common occurrence. No, it wasn't uncommon for females to be the prime leaders of a herd or even the sole leader of a herd. In some animal species they were the true leaders, the real deciders of where the family went and when, while the male was used more for protection. In Hieratic, however, there was no male. Perhaps most strange of all, if not for the fact something divine had given Stars the ability to reproduce in any way but by themselves. Mosenth, at least, had never seen anything like it. Not that he had much experience with anything. He could barely remember even being little. Though it wasn't so long ago his memory was gone, it's more because he never had much of a childhood to begin with. A father never around. A mother seeking the company of whatever stallion who wished it, leaving any children mostly to their own devices. Which was fine by him once he learned the skills he needed. The same skills that kept him in the good favor of the Pharaoh. The other one could hate him as much as she wanted. There was nothing she could do about him while the dried husk of a mare preferred to use his talents over the rest of the herd.
Except maybe the children. Back in Hieratic, she was probably training one or another for something. For such a vengeful mare, she sure was taking her sweet time getting it. Was she expecting her only enemy to be building an army of his own? Or perhaps she was just getting paranoid in her old age. Either way it didn't concern nor interest Mosenth. So long as he was still allowed to come and go as he pleased.
At the moment the glowing stallion was out in the fresher part of the world, where the desert was a strange word to the residents. He was here for no reason in particular. A little peace and quiet from the snide remarks of the family or the ever watchful eyes of the members who distrusted him was a welcome vacation.
And perhaps he could find some sort of treasure while he was out here. His secret hoard grew every time he came out on his own. It was a good thing he was very good at hiding as well as staying in the good graces of an unpredictable mummy queen.
Ice_Dragon_Demon
Astray couldn't help but wander a bit, it was just in her nature, being of cursed blood it was hard to help especially when thoes bloodlines contain ghosts and undead cybertroniand. For a while now Mist had been happily spending time with some princess, he said she protected his dreams from unicron and kept them silent. Astray was a little jealous. he'd found someone to devote himself too like a knight. Both her father and uncle had told her of their war. Could she be that devoted to something?
