[Dawnhawk]

There really was no reason why they were there.
There were no burning questions, and therefore no answers.
There was no life-threatening feud at the pen that required their immediate departure.
They weren't bored, or feeling cramped, or rebellious.
There were no assassins.
There was no reason to be assassinated.
Okay, well, some of Dawnhawk's others might call her a Mary Sue, or him a Tom Turkey, but they didn't know what those names meant, anyway.
They were just Hollow Tali and Venom Draculi.
Domine and Harolin.
They weren't in some sort of dramatic, over-the-top trans-species relationship. Heck, they didn't even know much about one another. The situation was as follows: One mintue they were at the pen, and now they were here.
With no idea of who they were, where they were, or why they were there.
I suppose that my second statement was a lie, then. I want to know the answer.

[Ooooh, my super-abstract boredom rant~! I'm sure this will become interesting soon, so people, please join~!]

[Wolfcub]

Brute

A huge Cavallion galloped across the plain at full speed. Brute loved running. He loved to feel the wind in his mane, the earth beneath his hooves, and the sun on his back. He was used to traversing areas like this. The sparse grass provided all the snacks he needed, and the trenches were great fun for jumping over. He stopped as he noticed a Draculi and and Tali. He trotted over. "Hello. Name's Brute. What brings you to this part of Evelon?"

[Wolfcub]

Seeing as the others were ignoring him, Brute turned and galloped home.