King of the Forest [Dred]

[Maybe]

The deepest, darkest part of the forest loomed over him like a giant flaming beast, all-powerful and able to consume him before he could even react against it. Such power, he thought. Imagine how powerful I could become if such a place were my own. The dark stallion looked around, a grim smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. Oh yes, he mused, this shall do quite nicely.

Having been born in the far-off land where the lava flows and the ground rumbles, Dred's life had always been fraught with danger and disaster. He was cast out of his herd at the age of two, leaving him to fend for himself in the treacherous environment that his ancestors had inhabited for generations. It didn't bother him much; his mother had already given birth to her second foal, casting him aside as if he were nothing. To mares like his mother, it was quantity that mattered, and so as soon as Dred was old enough to feed and defend himself, it was time to bear another foal. Unfortunately for his mother, this foal had been a mare, and she was killed shortly after birth by her unsatisfied father.

None of this phased him much; the lead stallion was bound to have driven Dred out of the herd at any time, since he was getting much to big and strong to keep around. That was how some herds worked, and, although he felt some disdain for his father, the lead stallion of his birth herd, Dred began to hunger for the same power his father held. To have a harem of mares who would bear him strong sons would be ideal.

And this was just the place to do it.