~Otaktay pranced along the ridge, coat gleaming in full dusty sheen and bristle tail held in a resemblance of a proud stallion's flagged one- all of his unsurpassed epicness on display for all to see. We have spies in each herd. Hatred is rising. His cracked lips spread into a malevolent grin as his sharpened hooves pranced along the rolling pebbles as he dislodged them with his airy gait. Things have never been better.~
Flood tspared him a sideways glance. "You're in high spirits today, aren't you?" He teased.
~Otaktay flattened his ears and gave a sarcastic whinny reminiscent of an adolescent mare's. "Oh, the skies are so blue, there's no heartbreak, no blood is being spilled, everything is at peace- why, of course, sweethooves, I'm in high spirits!"