`` Bitch, please, I own you! - CLAIM !

The need had been stirring with in him for a while now, the need to find an official home, especially if he wanted to be able to snag the precious child from that brat of a mare, Belladonna. Refusing to let him have his own flesh and blood. He wasn't going to stand for that. The bitch would pay, the kid was his. But first, he'd have a home, find a nursemare, and then he'd rip the kid from Belladonna even if he had to do it from her cold, lifeless body. THE KID WAS HIS. Or maybe he should snag Belladonna all together. Two for the price of one? Either way. The kid was his. His. His. His. His. His. HIS! He snorted as he walked along the face of a cliff, before pausing at seeing a tunnel suddenly, a tunnel he had almost not noticed. Curiosity propelled him forward and slowly he entered it, walking in slowly, ears perked curiously, expression attentive as the darkness swirled around him, closing in. He snorted, picking up his pace as the sound of his hooves on rock echoed around him, expression curious at the sudden pin prick of light further ahead. What was this? He grinned slowly before racing towards the light and sliding to a stop high atop a ledge, his eyes on a large valley, and the pine tree a good fifteen or twenty feet down. A large path wound it's way down from the rock wall, and he followed it, heading into the forest, the pine strong, but the smell of stag was stale and weak. Who would leave such a home as this? He grinned, working his way slowly through the forest. Oh yes. This was nice.

Sunlight began to filter in from the tree tops as he ventured further into the valley, soon finding a large clearing in the midst of the large pine forest, grass long, and sweet, creeks working there way through the meadow towards a pond in the center, lily pads and frogs dancing around it's edges, fish swimming in it's depths. ANd a cave, a good size cave, a good offer of protection. It was set high, again resorting to a pathway up to it, and would offer shelter well in spring and summer months should rain be to hectic on the lands. Oh this was nice. His eyes darkened, greedy, nice and it'd be his. He reared high then, his large prominent form - red and white against the green - struck a pretty picture as a beagle left his muzzle, challenging those with in the land, "I, Áedán, claim this land, this land of Rayo, to be my home, my terra, my domain! Those who appose to my claim venture forth now and prepare to be smited for defying me! Those who once called this place home, venture forth now should you choose to stay!" He screamed to the heavens before landing, and waiting, watching the forest line, to see who would show, if any would.

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