next chappie. hehe

Disclaimer: it isn't mine. even the "mysterious stranger" isn't mine, as you will soon find out...-claps hand over mouth-

In the deep blackness of night, there was a song that erupted from the void and endless dreary times of blackness. A stallion, who all too well blended into that darkness, stiffened as it filled his auds. A low whicker flooded his nostrils as the pure, beauteous notes carried over to him and encompassed his figure in their warmth. All too soon they died away, and the ebony barrel of the stud shuddered, the coarse hairs that wrapped his body in a furry coat shivering with the enchantment.

He waited, feeling horribly alone in that one second, and then looked down to his small band of mares, who stood grazing in the shadow of the tall hills of his land. They were fine for the moment, perfectly content as their fine pillars, sturdy and well adapted to the harsh grounds of the Hutmoors, carried them easily over the land as they shifted to graze on the sweet grasses about their home terra. They had heard the call too, he knew, and would expect him to pursue the heavenly creature from whom that lyric had drifted.

It was expected.

So he must go.

Deep in his rumbling chest, his voicebox bellowed out a soft tenor note, and one older mare looked up, her strawberry roan head lifting ever so slightly to catch his gaze as her darker forelock fell across her eyes. With a deep sigh, she pushed her slightly overweight bodice over to him, supported only by the four wrappings beneath her. And yet they carried her with sure strides, and the stallion did not fear for her as she ambled over to him with all the speed such an animal could muster. Patiently, he waited until she was before him, and then spoke.

"Räenallya," he said pleasantly, "I go to seek the one whose call hath been uttered in past moments not so long ago."

"Yes," she replied without hesitation, her alto notes hanging in the air with a strange suspension. "My son, go and find the one who hungers for your home, and expand our ranks. But hurry back, as we are eager to have you and another, hopefully, within our ranks again, Darsor."

"I shall not fail thee," the majestic horse replied, before rearing slightly and taking off towards the sound, the beating of his hooves a terrifying thunder as his flints pounded against the ground with extravagant force, slowing only slightly when he had drawn nearer to his prize.

From the safe distance he stood at, he could see it was no trick, and was indeed a mare, and a beautiful one at that. When the moonlight glistened upon the round edges of her back and hindquarters, he saw the fine contours of her shape, and the beautiful conformation with which she had been assembled.

One of the finer breeds, no doubt.

He slowed, so she would not hear his hoofbeats, but continued at a soft and steady canter, and then stopped within meters of her, hidden amongst the shadows. Dirt and pebbles strewn by his arrival were flung forwards, and he realized they would probably alert the delicate femora to his presence, and he straightened regally before taking a last, hesitant step forwards, as his doubts suddenly overcame him in the presence of her beauty. But he only shook his head, the dark tresses of his long mane flying, before he lifted his head and nickering in a light, welcoming fashion.

And so it was that the fea heard his arrival, and at last turned her arresting eyes upon him.

hehehe it's DARSOR!! yay!! okay, review kiddies, you know i love it. this time I can give you...a chocolate carving of Darsor!