Drake had been waiting for what seemed like an eternity. It was not because he was unsure of what to do. Nor was he scared or nervous. The duke was just…slightly out of practice. He was herdless…a bachelor as they were often referred to and had been drifting for some time. His mind had too been wandering, from left to right as it tried to sort out all the problems in his past. He had not quite learned that history is never left behind..

The strong mustang mongrel stallion began moving in a 2 beat gait with triumphant strides as he was transported over the loom. His daggers echoed slightly with his brawn causing a few gashes to be made on the devil’s ceiling. There was a definite strength to his movements as he retrieved the confidence from his early years. He was going to rebuild his lost empire…and that would all begin with a single mare. And he was looking at the first.

He slowed to a walk as he navigated his blood washed frame to a safe distance near by the obsidian wench. He heard her song, and replied with his own bellowing clarion. He was but a neutral, and would give her a chance to flee if she was not after a home .However..she should not be in these lands if that was the case. Now was she going to reply or ignore him like a stuck up princess. He hoped she was a wise one.

A few confident steps took the brute closer to the damsel, a firm glare linking eyes with herself. His body language was neither friendly nor aggressive as he was not sure what sort of personality ruled within the maid’s brain. A single lobe was positioned her way as she uttered no reply. The other made sure none others tried to approach her while he was trying to find out about her.

However, although she had not been polite enough to reply neither had she walked away to get away from his attentions. Therefore Drake could only presume she could still possible be persuaded. If she had any idea of the strength and ideas of the male then she would accept straight away should he ask her. Without another delay, the proud Hercules allowed his baritone to be thrown her way again. If she did not reply this time, he would leave her here alone.

Greetings. I am Drake. I am starting the most powerful neutral herd in the whole of the lost terrain. However I need mares to do so. What were you cursed?
The bronc ignored the calls of birds that taunted up over head the pair. They were just distractions and he had no time for it. Every word he said was true, for he intended to create an all powerful herd which mares would flock to join. The first few that joined him would be exalted and would be just as powerful as him. Perhaps in the future this raven stained wench would be one of them.