A black shadow flitted in the caves. Ebony tresses trailed behind his obsidian bod; not having a trace of white on him made it easier to blend in with the darkness. He paused, sampling the air. Scents of the old, forgotten leader. She had disappeared without warning, and this brute was here to take his place.
His 18-hand frame helped him all the time. Made it easier to win in a battle, and harder for mares to get him off of them. He was a breeder: taking out his revenge on his former mate by forcebreeding mares that had no one. It had been love, then loss when she ran herself off a cliff on purpose. Then hatred had come, hatred for all living things. Then the dark side, the dark side had come out. Revenge and the joy of being mean to others fueled him, made him who he was.
Even now, he had done it. He had forcebred one mare, after trying to claim another without success. She was a gray, nearly white, Dame blanc her name. She'd given him a daughter, Godiva, dark gray at birth. He would gather more mares for his harem, though, and rule the land of Hopeless Hearts. The only dark competition was Fralsare, Black and Beautiful Disaster. But Fralsare was small, and BLack and Beautiful Disaster were mares. Not much of threat. But there were those damned lights, too: Spirit Dancer, who was also a mare; Echelon, the leader of the lights, and Poseidon, a green stallion, just now a colt. And there was only Agni for the neutrals. Not many to compete with.
But now Black Onyx stopped, and reared high. He trumpeted his claim. Lowered himself to the ground, snorted, and looked around the land. His land. Fun fun.