Tyson let the wind catch his pitch black mane as it blew back in the desserted air. His potics shifted as his heavy hooves hit the ground making a thumping noise every step. Tyson wasn't much of a thinker, more of a fighter. He picked up a steady trot going into one of the tunnels showing the red walls around him. He could make it through this tunnel blind folded... even if he wasn't very bright. Tyson let out a low whicker keeping his neck hanging low eyes darting around in case of a mare or another stallion near by.