Surrender, or Else... (open, stallion?)

Come, come to me. Slither ever closer, let me hear your voice one last time. The voice of reason in this word of chaos. Let me understand again, what is and will be under your rule. From the moment your last words are let lose I will pay them heed no more. I belong to none. Not the mission nor the war or troops you tied my life into. Crawl if you must, let me hear the passion in your dying words, a voice of reason long gone. Come, come forth one last time to tell me my wrong doing. Then listen well, with your final breath I need you to know I am free at last. 

His own words ran round and round his mind, as foreign to him as they were when he spoke them. Words and thoughts that has seen him not walk nonstop for days. A short lived drink here and a snack there was all he allowed himself. Beyond that he was lost within his mind, a mind he had only recently discovered. It was a daunting dark place, it left little room for anything else. Not the direction he traveled, nor where he wanted to be or what he would do when he got there. He was simply moving. Travelling into a life he was never supposed to have. One that he is not sure he ever wanted. 

The sweet tang of another nearby was enough to bring the boy to the surface. His jumbled thoughts all but forgotten in a moment of predatory fear. Pausing mid step Dasor looked out over the horizon, the sun had long ago lost its place above him. Leaving behind queer shadows and a inky canvas to hide all kinds of dangers. It was a canvas that was not for the faint of heart at night. Every rock threatened to be a hole and every tree disguised till you were but steps before it. 

Uncertainty tainted every step from then on, his strides became more focused, regimented, even. Narrowed gaze was focused just ahead at the ever changing landscape, the rough floor threatened to turn even the steadiest of legs. Yet his body and hearing were sent out into the night, in search of all living things. He dismissed the common sounds, night birds and creatures slinking through the world unnoticed. It was the rhythmic breathing that held his attention, with every stride it grew louder. Almost as if it called out to him. A beacon on sorts. Suspicion ran freely through his now blank mind, playing havoc with his predatory nature, was he to be the prey tonight? 

Moments passed, the scent grew stronger as did the steady breathing. Then almost out of nowhere, disguised into the rocky canvas just below him lay a creature. A horse. As black as the night sky. He had been by her this entire time, curiously hunting as she lay helpless and alone right there. She smelt alive, in the moons slither he could see her chest rising and falling in time to the little sounds she made with each breath. With the same calculative steps Dasor strode around her, nose lowered he waited till he was behind her, knowing better than to stand within striking distance. Ever cautious he knew the dangers of ill placed trust. With curious intentions the black stud nudged at her back. Her spine pushing into his nose before he jumped back, almost expecting her to challenge him for the intrusion. 

Muse; plenty
Writing strength; very little xD