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*cough*I'm just going to drop this here and finish it later because plans... But anyway, you guys got to decide on this outcome, so enjoy!

Chapter 1: The Point of Living

    With a despondent sigh, Giutoun pushed himself up out of the small hollow he’d hunkered down in. His attempts to communicate with his master had failed, the wind silent, the sky devoid of any sign that Apollo was even around, let alone listening. It had been weeks now since he’d fallen, days since he’d eaten. He’d fasted, found a quiet place and did his best to reach out like in the old days, to communicate with his master, but to no avail. Finally, Giutoun had to accept that his duty was no longer, that he was no longer welcome into his master’s life.
        Which left him with his only other option. Seeking out Foinika and attempting to start a new life. There was just one problem, he mused, shaking his mane and scenting the wind. There was no sign of the firey mare. Not a scent, not a whisper. He had no idea where to begin looking for her. The stallion turned one way, then the other, unsure of where he was to start. The earth was a large place and without his powers, his wings, exploring it would take a long time indeed. And, as his stomach rumbled, he decided he would begin searching east. Once he had fed.
    -----
    Another few weeks. Another period of disappointment and feeling inadequate. By this time, Giutoun had changed directions slightly, having come upon deserts and turned north. Foinika hated the heat of the desert, she would not have ventured through them unless absolutely necessary. But his hope to find her was waning the further he traveled with no sight or sign of the mare he sought. It was his luck that she was on another continent, beyond his reach and in his mind she became so. There was no point in further searching, there was no point in living…
    So caught up in his depressive thoughts and conclusions, the pale stallion was barely aware of his surroundings. He certainly wasn’t aware of another stallion grazing in his path until he ran smack into the backside of the chocolate brute.
    “Oomph!” He grunted, stumbling backwards and blinking his haze away.
    “Watch it!” Nekros snarled, spinning to face the stallion who’d invaded his personal space. “What do you think you’re doing, creep?” The bulky stallion snorted and pawed the ground, weaving his head slightly at the other. He’d wandered off from Prophodia and his son to get some time alone as well as to avoid Aisiodoxi’s stink eye for a few hours. He needed to further develop his plan to turn Dia completely towards the underworld and get rid of that prying mare’s influence at the same time. He’d been deep in planning when he’d been rudely interrupted by this strange stallion and that irritated him greatly. He didn’t need some punk stallion around to influence the girls. He’d been fortunate so far, manipulating their travels to avoid any other Cavittos. Until this one.
    “I’m sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going.” Giutoun responded softly, watching the aggressive posing of the dark stallion warily. This one had a temper, he mused, taking a step back as the other thrashed his head, waving an impressively solid rack of horns at him.
    “Well, you’ll watch where you’re going after I’m through with you.” Nekros growled, ignoring the signs of submission and charging the pale stallion.
    Giutoun hadn’t really thought the other was going to attack until he did, teeth bared and hooves flailing. The pale stallion barely dodged the outstretched neck and squealed a bit in surprise, rearing up before scuttling back. Nekros continued to advance on him, getting in a good few bites and kicks before Giutoun turned tail and fled towards the treeline, the darker stallion hot on his heels.
    Nekros snaked his neck forward, getting in one last good bite with smug satisfaction as he chased the pale intruder off, away in the opposite direction of his little herd and freeing them of any unwanted influences. Made his job a lot easier.
    ----
    Once out of range of the dark angry stallion, Giutoun slowed and took stock of his injuries. Scuffs, scrapes, one open wound on his rump. He was ok, for the most part. The confrontation hadn’t helped his mental disposition however, leading him down deeper down the dark hole he was digging. If a stranger of his own kind was willing to turn on him for something as simple as not paying attention, what hope had he that someone he knew would not treat him the same way?
    A new dark cloud settled over him and with a heavy sigh he slowly plodded further into the forest, a stallion with little future or hope.

Reference: Horse Fight 5
VP count = Will be +4 for each.

Description
*cough*I'm just going to drop this here and finish it later because plans... But anyway, you guys got to decide on this outcome, so enjoy!

Chapter 1: The Point of Living

    With a despondent sigh, Giutoun pushed himself up out of the small hollow he’d hunkered down in. His attempts to communicate with his master had failed, the wind silent, the sky devoid of any sign that Apollo was even around, let alone listening. It had been weeks now since he’d fallen, days since he’d eaten. He’d fasted, found a quiet place and did his best to reach out like in the old days, to communicate with his master, but to no avail. Finally, Giutoun had to accept that his duty was no longer, that he was no longer welcome into his master’s life.
        Which left him with his only other option. Seeking out Foinika and attempting to start a new life. There was just one problem, he mused, shaking his mane and scenting the wind. There was no sign of the firey mare. Not a scent, not a whisper. He had no idea where to begin looking for her. The stallion turned one way, then the other, unsure of where he was to start. The earth was a large place and without his powers, his wings, exploring it would take a long time indeed. And, as his stomach rumbled, he decided he would begin searching east. Once he had fed.
    -----
    Another few weeks. Another period of disappointment and feeling inadequate. By this time, Giutoun had changed directions slightly, having come upon deserts and turned north. Foinika hated the heat of the desert, she would not have ventured through them unless absolutely necessary. But his hope to find her was waning the further he traveled with no sight or sign of the mare he sought. It was his luck that she was on another continent, beyond his reach and in his mind she became so. There was no point in further searching, there was no point in living…
    So caught up in his depressive thoughts and conclusions, the pale stallion was barely aware of his surroundings. He certainly wasn’t aware of another stallion grazing in his path until he ran smack into the backside of the chocolate brute.
    “Oomph!” He grunted, stumbling backwards and blinking his haze away.
    “Watch it!” Nekros snarled, spinning to face the stallion who’d invaded his personal space. “What do you think you’re doing, creep?” The bulky stallion snorted and pawed the ground, weaving his head slightly at the other. He’d wandered off from Prophodia and his son to get some time alone as well as to avoid Aisiodoxi’s stink eye for a few hours. He needed to further develop his plan to turn Dia completely towards the underworld and get rid of that prying mare’s influence at the same time. He’d been deep in planning when he’d been rudely interrupted by this strange stallion and that irritated him greatly. He didn’t need some punk stallion around to influence the girls. He’d been fortunate so far, manipulating their travels to avoid any other Cavittos. Until this one.
    “I’m sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going.” Giutoun responded softly, watching the aggressive posing of the dark stallion warily. This one had a temper, he mused, taking a step back as the other thrashed his head, waving an impressively solid rack of horns at him.
    “Well, you’ll watch where you’re going after I’m through with you.” Nekros growled, ignoring the signs of submission and charging the pale stallion.
    Giutoun hadn’t really thought the other was going to attack until he did, teeth bared and hooves flailing. The pale stallion barely dodged the outstretched neck and squealed a bit in surprise, rearing up before scuttling back. Nekros continued to advance on him, getting in a good few bites and kicks before Giutoun turned tail and fled towards the treeline, the darker stallion hot on his heels.
    Nekros snaked his neck forward, getting in one last good bite with smug satisfaction as he chased the pale intruder off, away in the opposite direction of his little herd and freeing them of any unwanted influences. Made his job a lot easier.
    ----
    Once out of range of the dark angry stallion, Giutoun slowed and took stock of his injuries. Scuffs, scrapes, one open wound on his rump. He was ok, for the most part. The confrontation hadn’t helped his mental disposition however, leading him down deeper down the dark hole he was digging. If a stranger of his own kind was willing to turn on him for something as simple as not paying attention, what hope had he that someone he knew would not treat him the same way?
    A new dark cloud settled over him and with a heavy sigh he slowly plodded further into the forest, a stallion with little future or hope.

Reference: Horse Fight 5
VP count = Will be +4 for each.