War Drums (open)

Silvanus had never found it odd to be blind, it was just a natural part of his life, something he could never be rid of. Sometimes wondered what his world looked like, his mother had always complained about the heavy mist that fell on the forest, but what did that really look like? He had asked her once, when he was younger, and she had called him worthless and stupid. The memory made Sil's blood boil, and he lashed out at a nearby tree. He found comfort in the feeling of his heavy hooves making a thunderous contact with something solid.

A sound made him pause, a very faint whinny off in the distance. Any normal horse might have missed it, but being blind isn't exactly normal. A snort escaped the stallion, the call was almost one of invite, it was intriguing as Sil had heard none but himself as of late. Why is someone here? It didn't take long to get an answer as the mystery stallion gave two more calls, each louder then the last. The calls held authority, demand, it was a claim. The realization hit him like a shock wave sending the brute back.

Silvanus didn't like it, it was like control had been wrenched from his grasp and it frightened him. For once his life Sil was unsure, he had been alone for so long he didn't know how to handle the thought of having a king. He took a step towards the new ruler, and then his anger hit him and a scream rivaling that of the new kings tore from his throat. Realizing that what he had done could be seen as a challenge Sil turned away and started to retreat deeper into Orut.