Excuse me while I touch the sky [Gallows,any]

[Gallows]

Ancient. I get that comment much too often, and I am starting to think I need to beat the shit out of some idiots to squash that particular rumor. Okay, yes, I'm old. I've been around since most of these horses's great great great great grandparents were born. But I'm not to the creaking and groaning stage yet. And thankfully, with immortality, I never will be. Ancient, indeed. I have half a mind to bite this little upstart but I restrain myself. After all, he's doing exactly what I want him to do. "Perfect. Give them hell, with my blessing. We have a war about to start and we wouldn't want them to feel like they haven't been provoked." Horses like the ones in the Gates always need a reason to exercise their power and blood-lust. And I am obliging enough to do so. Always a giver, that's me. Kirin brings up the wall and I immediately pull a face. No, of course it wasn't MY idea. It was the drunken ravings of a trio of stallions who are wonderful Valley members but who also give me the urge to knock their heads together. Thankfully, Fennick and most of the current residents weren't hard to nudge around to my way of thinking. "Absolutely not. It blocks the view, and it will be coming down shortly." I give Kirin an amused look. "Will the Covelings be of any use when the war arrives, or shall I assume you are going to be off preening?" G A L L O W S We must all hang together or, assuredly, we shall all hang separately.