The herd was large, with it's land expanding out to a point that not even Damian could fully patrol. But run it he did, and he kept a careful eye on everything that happened around him. His large leathery wings folded around his body, head held high, horns scared and scratched up to the point that it seemed not even a small patch of it was unscathed. His long mane moved along his head, and folded against one side, hanging by his body. He would find his way to patrol the entire area.
But for now, he needed to go explore. Though usually he didn't mind staying within the herd, and making sure the fights went well, right now, he needed to keep in mind that he needed more members as well. With the passing of time, people seemed to drift off into death now. They had a great lack of healers, and without it, people lost their lives faster than Damian could count. Letting out a small grunt, the stallion ventured away from the herd lands, snapping at a young stallion to ensure no one ventures too close into their territory. And if they did, to ensure that they are kept with a careful eye on them, so that he can deal with the intruders himself when he gets back.
Shaking out his mane, the stallion trotted away. His ears flicked with each noise, and his mind kept going from one thought to another. Damian's gaze crept along the green forest, the brown bark. He didn't mind seeing all this. It was different than the blood splattered ring of trees he was used to seeing. This place was actually slightly calm. But he didn't let his guard down, his tail flicking ever so slightly as he walked.
