The Lands Are Always Welcoming

[Spitz]

His hooves raced across the sandy ground and his ebony pelt shone in the sun. The lands welcomed him as he splashed into the lake with the water just under his knees. He came in no attempt to fight this time, he just wanted to stay and see his daughter and mate. As he looked up at Royal Rock a shadow strode across the sand and his auds pricked suddenly to see nothing but small foot prints of a animal. The stallion started to walk around and look for the lead but then he lied down and waited for the lead to find himself.

The stallion was Axel. The old owner of this land which he had called Anse De Dragon was looking for a home and he didn't care if it was his old land as he just wanted to see his daughter and mate. Everything welcomed him as he stepped through the lands and as he opened his kissers to form five words "Kamenwati, Dysnomia...Axel is here".

[Forte!]

The lead that had been spoken of stepped out of the belly-deep water, hair raising as a familiar smell was carried on the wind. It was his rival, his worst enemy, one who had been banished from these lands forever. The scent was an unwelcome one, one that brought back the tang of blood to Bezzle's tongue. Why, only the day before he had sent this stallion's mate away to join him in exile, heavy with the foal of her captor, his own foal, and likely one who would be killed or left to die. Now her mate had come, but he would not see his mare here, for she had already left.

The pony stallion trotted regally to the border, ears pricked as he stood only a few feet away from Axel, teeth bared. The stallion was forbidden to challenge, and therefore was not a threat, for Bezzle knew him as an honorable foe, one who did not break ancient laws. "What are you doing here?" he demanded imperially, "your mate has only just left these lands, you will not find her here." He snarled this last, hinting at his own malice and what Dysnomia now carried with her.