Equestria has always been considered a peaceful land. Even during the times of the Nightmare moon war, there had never been killing somehow. Many ponies had speculated that it was Equis itself not wanting to see ponies die nor their blood be spilled. It was because of this that Equestria soon became the source of Friendship which even Princess Celestia highly envisioned on. The ponies soon began to see only their home and ignoring the lands outside of Equestria. There were many races that also lived in Equestria though they each normally kept to themselves. So ponies were lucky to never have seen the horrors of death and war. Had they adventured to the desert as the ponies called it, south of Ghastly Gorge they would have seen the minotaurs raging war with one and another.

The sound of battle was heard all throughout the area. The land was littered with the corpses of the dead as well the sound of the dying. Minotaurs slammed into each other with their shields or horns. The ground of the desert that normally was a brilliant tan color had slowly begun to turn red from the blood that was being spilled. The clear skies had even turned dark with clouds covering the entire sky, which soon began to drip as rain begun to fall as if the very planet was crying from the lives being lost and continued to do so.

Three Minotaurs, each with a different fur pattern rushed towards one who simply watched them approach. the minotaur they rushed towards was slightly taller than them. His fur was a dark gray with some white through it. It had red paint or blood painted on its face. The painting resembled a wolf's jaw open and where the eyes were supposed to be was the minotaurs.  On his chest, he wore armor that covered his entire chest. He also wore armor on his shoulders that also covered his entire arms as well though his back was armored free. Minotaurs believed that wearing armor that covered your back was a sign that you were ready to die by running away or even thinking of retreating. Doing this was a sign of cowardice and would be shameful. This didn't mean they didn't know when to retreat it just meant they were ready to die by going headstrong into the enemy. His left horn was torn off with a line going down over his left eye. Blood poured from his wound and where his eye used to be. His remaining horn was sharp at the end and covered in metal that made it even deadlier.

The minotaur grasped his ax in his right hand as he waited for the three to get in striking distance. Once they were within swinging distance he swung his ax in a straight horizontal slash. Two of there had their heads sliced off causing blood to spurt into the air. the third minotaur having  predicted the move had ducked. Not giving the other minotaur time, he quickly slammed his horn into his chest. The minotaur let out a grunt as he has knocked to the ground. The minotaur quickly raised its claymore over its head to swing down but was stopped as it was impaled by a horn. The minotaur on the ground had quickly sprung up and thrust it's horn up and was now sticking through the other minotaur chest and out his back. The minotaur spat out some blood as the life in its eyes slowly faded.

"Lat did ukaausan lat alwayuk wanavun ve do kigija, Oavmin " A gruff voice spoke out even as the minotaur identified as  Oavmin removed his horn from the dead minotaur. He reached over picking his ax backup then turned towards the owner of the voice to see a minotaur who had the same type of painting on it's cuirass  though its horn was more curved that went backward. He also wore a helmet that covered his face but had thin metal on the front while also leaving the back of his neck and head wide open if it wasn't for his horns that shielded them.

"Mis olk auk fun auk jiak avhoughav khe evinaj be, Ukcar," Oavmin growled out as he turned towards the battle to see minotaurs with same painting as him slaughtering other minotaurs who had the painting of a white snake on themselves.

The minotaur race had no king nor did they have a kingdom. Their race instead had many tribes that were scattered all across the desert as the ponies called it but to the minotaurs it was called Hexavas in their native tongue. Translated to Equestrian it would mean Hexter 'The Land Of Sand'. All across the tribes waged war on each other for food, water and power to become the strongest clan. Each tribe was led by a Kri-krisur meaning chief. A minotaur status in the clan was known by how well their horns were covered in metal or for those who had hair, was the style they wore it in. A chief was identified by wearing the symbol of the tribe on their face.

"Jiak avhoughav ul Gorzanik were ul ukavrongak-ri. HA!" Ukcar yelled while raising his claymore into the air with one hand.

Oavmin simply growled as he raised his ax and let out a war cry that echoed all throughout the land. Once he was finished, he jumped down and began to sprint into the fray with Ukcar soon joining him. The battle lasted only for a few thirty minutes. The sound of battle was over and the wounded were being helped off the field while the rivaling tribe wounded was cut down where they lay.

Oavmin stared at the village that was once the rival tribe proud village. The wood walls that surrounded the settlement were broken through while a fire had slowly begun to spread across it but not enough to worry about. Oavmin stomped through the settlement in triumphant while also holding the dead chief of the Gorzanik tribe in his right hand by the horn while staring at the bodies that piled the village. Not only were there slain males but females as well. He could see young minotaurs gripping their mothers even as they bodies lay out across the ground.

Ukar stepped next to his chief with a smile on his face.

Oavmin turned towards him and spoke that sounded more like a growl. "avake gith ul ukupplieuk wiavh uuk"– Oavmin glanced all around at the village – "Dijak ul nauk-sav."

Oavmin turned and stomped off even as his warriors begun to take anything they found useful or something they just wanted. He already had what he wanted as he grasped the head tighter not even caring about the blood dripping everywhere he went. With this victory, the Darokha  have established themselves as the strongest tribe in Hexavas. He couldn't help but smile. He also had a mate that was pregnant and would hopefully give birth to a strong heir! Oh how he must offer prayers to Aavhena!

Aavhena was the goddess that most if not all minotaurs worshiped. She was the goddess of  force, patron of war, agriculture, vegetation, diseases, seasons, rebirth, hunting, trades, and Spring, the ruler of the East. His smile widened even more as they saw their village wooden walls. The village shared the same characteristics as the other tribe though they had the marking of the wolf jaws on their building. He walked past the villagers who had cheered seeing their chief returned. He ignored them as he planted the head on a spike that was adorned with other heads that lay outside his tent. That wasn't his focus, though as he stepped inside another tent where a few other female minotaurs stood. His attention was focused on the female laying on the table.

The female had gray fur like he did but unlike him she had black hair that hung down to the middle of her back. Her horns were curved around her head in a way like a female doll sheep horns. Walking over to her, he could see her face scrunched up in pain. He was lucky indeed to arrive just as she was giving birth. He lay a hand on top of hers causing her to twitch. He watched as her eyes slowly opened to reveal a pair of yellow eyes that stared up at his blue eye. She slowly grasped his hand in comfort only to tighten her hand around his as she felt more pain shoot through her.

Oavmin watched and felt his mate squeeze his hand where he swore he could hear bones breaking in his hand. Then as quickly as it happened it was over. He could feel something was wrong though when he couldn't hear the sound of a newborn crying. He turned towards the other female minotaurs who held a bundle wrapped up. He also saw the looks of despair on their face telling him what happened. He slowly grasped it and turned towards his mate who had tears in her eyes as she stared a gray-furred minotaur baby that had black hair. The two embraced while the mother was letting out wails of sorrow that echoed all throughout the night.

It seemed like the next day took forever. Oavmin walked with his mate as they left the commentary of their dead child. the two were silent not once speaking a word but grieving in silence. As the two passed a wagon that once belonged to the other tribe they stopped as did other minotaurs who heard the crying of a newborn. Every minotaur glanced towards the wagon where the sound seemed to be originating from. Before Oavmin could move his mate had walked towards the wagon and pulled back its cover only to gasp at what she saw.

There laying wrapped in a bundle was a pitch black minotaur baby. The infant was crying though it happened to open it eyes to reveal dark red eyes that stared up at the female minotaur with a look of innocence and giggle at her. She smiled as she lowered her hands and lifted the child up and brought it to her chest where she cradled it. Turning she saw every minotaur staring.....more like glaring at the small minotaur in her hands.

She watched as her mate walked forward brandishing his ax. She watched as he told her to hand the thing to him. She should have, but she could feel her mother instincts kicking as she stared at the small thing in her hands. She looked up at her mate and simply spoke no to him in their native tongue causing every minotaur jaw to drop open in shock. Oavmin shook his head then began to yell at her while she returned it. The two argued back and forth until eventually he sighed then spoke. "lat maausan keep naj-ri."

"Jiak know najor'll be ij mir ukon." The female spoke with a smile which dropped when she saw her mate didn't return the smile.

"Jiak ukaid najor gelnaj ukavaausan. kigija doeukn'av baj naj-ri ni ro uuk. . . . . . nor mausan son," Oavmin spoke with venom in his voice as he took one more glare at the child then turned and stomped off.

She stared in the direction her mate stomp off for a little while then turned her eyes down to the little one who was sleeping now. She smiled as she nuzzled him with her face. Her little mimba