It has been years since the skeleton has had a somewhere he can call home. He had heard about Beqanna and its many Kingdoms through his travels. How long has it been since he left his birth place weeks? Months? Years? The stallion has lost track of time with in his travels. But now he was damn sure determined to make this highly spoken about place his home. But as he walked around and looked over the kingdoms of Beqanna none of them felt right, none of them looked like it was a better fit for him so to speak. See he wasn't your beautiful, dashing, or handsome stallion, he looked like an old run down beaten up stallion because of his chronic defect, he was skinny, he was healthy but just skinny. But he finally found a place where he could call home, The Chambers, he had heard about it through the conversations he eavesdropped on it was a place for monsters, horses with a messed up mind, horses whom have dark attitudes and crazy ideas. It sounded like his place. His mind was certainly messed up and he did have a dark attitude well sometimes he wasn't one to mess with even though it looks like he can't do anything be cause of how weak he looks but he is certainly as strong as the other testosterone filled stallions out there. He lifted his head and looked through the fog he knows there is a border some where around here. He flicked his head and set his slightly glowing blue eyes on the horizon in front of him. He looked up and saw ravens flying above him. "Perfect" he spoke his tone ghostly but some how still audible to the ears of any one close. His mouth stretched into a small grin, creepy to others but to him it was normal.He stopped his jagged pace and stood at what he thinks is the border to the Chambers and waits till someone caught his sent or was alerted by the ravens. He licks his lips careful to avoid his slightly elongated canines, they have had blood on them before, Heh his own brother who spited him when he chose to rise up with his father and mother to disown him when he was just barely 2 years old because he wasn't perfect and beautiful like his family. So Galzar did what he thought was right, get rid of them. He was beautiful in his own mind, he just had a few minor blemishes. They were the unperfect ones, they needed to be eradicated from his life. And he did just that. Did he feel bad for doing it? Hell no. Now he wanted to be with fellow monsters and he hopes he will feel right at home with them.
GALAZAR
the Past is just the same- and War's a bloody game