Presagio was in a aggressive mood as stalked his ledge just outside of his chamber. Talon ran along the lithosphere, removing rock from the cliff and causing them to fall down into the unknown depths below. A sneer twisted his mug, though his facade was still placed in a militant attire. At a hurried jog he huffed back and forth, pacing across the ledge. Lucid chasms swept over the mountain's side displayed before him, but no one could be seen. Even so, no one really resided on the mountain besides himself and Duality, and that was the reason for his foul mood. Duality had vanished from sight and scent and with no one to talk to, boredom overcame him. He grunted harshly and departed from his "porch," moving on to a neighboring ledge with a great jump. It was dangerous, but Presagio had been accumulated to the mountain. His hooves were still not capable of gripping onto the stone and rock that lined the lithosphere, but he was keen with them and knew when and when not to make a move. It all depended on wit and judgment and Presagio had both. A sigh escaped his mug and he tossed his dome through the air, seeking something to cease his boredom. And so he decided instead to stand their huffing about, to look for Duality. Perhaps that would give him something to do, like a treasure hunt almost. Sighing again he moved off down the ledges one at a time, carefully pacing himself with each stride that brought him closer to his prize if she was even on the mountain. But so help her if she wasn't for Presagio would have a talk with her, using body language more than words. He did love her, but a relationship does need boundaries and if Presagio has to become the teacher to make that point, he will be any means.

Again he found himself standing their, staring out on the mountain's side. Presagio had moved down the mountain but wasn't even close to halfway, for Muerto Peak was a rather tall and large mountain. Tympanums pinned back into the crevice's along his skull, tucked neatly and firmly showing his irritation. Slowly he began to sway his apex back and forth, teeth bared occasionally at the world below. Talon stomped against the lithosphere, the ledge trembling beneath. With sudden realization the vagabond moved himself, throwing his weight through the air onto another ledge as the previous ground beneath him crumbled away. This seemed to anger him even more and an enraged scream passed through his mug, echoing through the atmosphere. The pine shuddered, the snow capping the mountain crawled down the side a bit, but was to far to cause harm to Presagio or his chambers. Chasms caught sight of this and a small sneer formed his puss again but quickly vanished as he realized he was still without Duality. Tossing his dome and shaking his crest he brushed his hide with his ebony chord and moved down, shying around the ledges to the caves and peering inside. Every time he looked, it was empty, and from that he cursed in them, shouting out profanity to express his anger. Sinew was held taunt, boa arched. He looked proud, yet more often than not it was mistaken for arrogance. He knew he could be, but most of the time he wasn't. But this time he was acting like such hoping that if he displayed himself, Duality would magically appear. Talon scraped against the lithosphere, marking the ground with long divots. Chord began to whip angrily as more frustration swelled, waving back and forth; patience thin.

The forest seemed to quiver with Presagio's presence and he enjoyed the feeling of being "feared." Even nature could sense the evil he held within his core, holding it their with a metal grip that would never cease. Moving away from the scars left by his talon he walked on, weaving through the maze of trees, avoiding branches that attempted to grope his hide. A sigh passed through his nostrils and walking seemed to lower his anger, relaxing his sinew. Chord returned to trail behind his muscular frame, the boil in his blood cooling. Duality, the affects she has on Presagio. Skull tossed menacingly through the atmosphere at the thought of her and what she was doing with Presagio at the very moment, taunting him with her unknown location. A snarl curled his mug but he shook it from his attire. Calm, he thought, calm. Again he relaxed but again he got angry as he still realized he was without Duality. It was a back and forth thing, his emotions becoming tangled. He wanted to stay calm, but he wanted her and since he did not have what he wanted it made him angry. Poor, poor Presagio. Softly the wind began to blow through the maze of pine, gently stroking his hide. The current began to dance with his crest and chord, playing in and out of the ebony strands that fell from his hide. A calming feeling came over and finally he released the anger all together. Presagio was finally calm again. Sighing softly he raised his facade, peering through the forest. He still had some ground to cover before he was out of its depth and then he could call for Duality, for in the forest his voice was kept within the walls of pine. Picking up a lope he carried himself away from the center, finally coming to the edge. With a final glance back, he exited.

Breaking away from the pine, Presagio collected himself and sauntered out to yet another ledge. All around, his mountain was covered with them. Dotted all around the mountain's sides rock jutted out to form the many cliffs. Talons were placed squarely upon the lithosphere, chasms peering out over the lithosphere's edge. It seemed as though he repeated this same action many times before, but it was needed. A grunt was released, skull tossing to remove his forelock form his chasms. A sudden gasp was given as way down on his mountain, a figure was spotted. It was unclear what it was, but perhaps it could be Duality. "Duality!" His vocals rasped through the air, his shout clear. Taking himself away from the ledge his fulcrums began to churn at a gallop, his speed quick but now that it was downhill the law of gravity pulled him down even faster. Strands of crest and chord tugged against the wind, chunks of dirt and foliage turned up from his hooves. Faster and faster he went, a layer or perspiration layering his chest shading his russet fur a tint darker. Lungs began to gasp for air, ribcage heaving in and out with each intake for oxygen. Testosterone mingled with adrenaline, the mixture giving Presagio another burst of energy to carry on for his lover. Duality!" He shouted again. But it was not as much friendly and excited to see you as it was an order for her to come. He did want love and companion, but he didn't want partnership as much as perhaps she did. He wanted the role of master who can control anything, including the Queen. Presagio favored the idea of Duality being his pet and his lover at the same time. He knew Duality would never accept it, but perhaps with time...with time? Most likely not.

He slowed and halted when he came to what he thought was Duality. But no, it was simply a deer rustling about in the patch of bush. Anger swelled and he let out a horrid scream, frightening the deer. It froze, looking to where the noise had come from and realized that Presagio was standing a little way off from it. Presagio simply cackled and ran forward before skidding to a halt, chasing the deer from his presence. Normally he wouldn't have cared, but because he was without his prized mare he was angered. Duality, he thought, when I find you I'll make sure you never forget to run off. The stallion shook his crest, chasms rolling back within each socket. To him, Duality was a dog, a bxtch to put it; an untrained bxtch. And in order to train her and bend her to his will, discipline is involved. Puss formed in a sneer, skull tossing through the atmosphere. She will pay, he thought again. Brushing his chord across his hide, Presagio carried himself off again. Parting his jowls he let his lyrics slide from his tongue. "Duality, you'd better come and come now!" Talon stomped firmly into the ground, leaving a deep indentation in the lithosphere. And there, Presagio stood and would keep standing until his mate showed up. He needed to talk to her, to see her, and to discipline her. Yes, he was all for her and more but he already explained his thoughts, his feelings, the actions he would take toward her. He was her master and he needed to train her. A chuckle formed in his bosom, crawling out his jowls. Teeth clacked together, chord still. Again his talon stomped into the lithosphere, creating a deeper indent than the first. It was his mark of anger. This time he would not be swayed to Duality's words, it was time she learned.

ooc -- I rambled on, mostly. >.<

Presagio stood there for about an hour, dozing quietly. His mind was empty as he napped for he was not a stallion to "dream." The same deer had returned though, seeing Presagio asleep and being quite fond of the bush. Each step from the creature made a faint noise, but it took a wrong step, snapping a twig in half. Presagio awoke with a jolt, his skull tossing into the air. Chasms searched frantically for the convict, but noticing the deer he calmed. Though, quite angry he moved forward again chasing the deer from her spot, for no doe in their right mind would stay for any reason if Presagio came near them. All the creatures of Muerto Peak new better. But, noticing that the deer kept trying to get at the bush, he walked over to that, leaving her to stare in terror as he approached the shrub. Behind it he saw not one, but two fawns staring up at him with wide, frightened eyes. He chuckled softly and looked back to the doe who had moved closer, wanting to protect her children but terrified by Presagio. Tossing his skull menacingly and lifting a talon from the lithosphere, he threatened to stomp them. But he was a real Dark and did not need to prove himself by killing innocent creature that have just started their journey through life. Taking his talon back and placing it gently on the ground once more, he brushed his chord over his hide and walked away. Immediately the doe hurried to her calves and nudged them to get up. They did so and Presagio watched. Once both were steadily on their cloven hooves, their mother led them away and Presagio gave a soft nicker at their departure. Like I said, he was a true Dark and didn't need to prove to himself or any other. After all, he was Equidem King and no poser would ever be able to get so far and he would kill anyone who says different.

A sigh passed through his mug as he was left alone once again. The same anger he had before was beginning to return and he stomped a talon into the lithosphere. Chord whipped angrily at his hide, a slight sting running down along his spine. Duality, he thought, how much longer must you make me wait? Tympanums returned to their crevice's on his skull, tucked in neatly and firmly. Sinew was held tight over his marrow, boa arching and mug pulled into his chest so that his chin hair raked over his hide. Paperthins expanded and contracted, inhaling the oxygen that lingered in the mountain and exhaling the carbon. Though carried on a breeze was the faintest trace of Duality. Again he expanded his nostrils, deciphering her location. His mare was getting closer and closer, for her scent was becoming stronger. The sweet tang of her perfume teased his mind, pulling a bag over his anger, capturing it, and then throwing it away at sea. But no, not this time. Quickly Presagio fetched back his lost item and shook off the trance that Duality had put over him. Hide tensed and trembled at her touch causing his tool to drop slightly before he regained himself. Slowly he reeled back in his rod for there would be plently of time for its purpose later. "So you decided to arrive. Well, I can't say that I am displeased." Presagio grunted harshly, turning his facade to face her own. A militant attire was placed on his features, clearing showing his anger although he stated otherwise. That's how Presagio was, a mix of emotions and show should his language be. A mix of body language and actual speech that allowed to to coverse with each other in depth rather than a nod or dip of the cranium. Chord brushed over his hide, proving to be quite a habit for him, perhaps it was the slight tinge of pain he favored.

ooc -- Not done, yet.