who gives a damn if we lose the war?
Curiosity had tangled itself within him since his birth. That had for the last two years been distinctly proven as he had tried so hard to discover something within him that lay too deep below the surface. Today the curiosity that haunted him was overwhelming, yet he chose to fight it. Instead he directed his attention to something simpler as a form of distraction; exploring the kingdom of Taiga.
For once snow refused to layer the ground and towering pines. Instead the winter's fog creeped through the kingdom, clinging to everything it touched. He's walking slowly, careful not to bump into anything or anyone when suddenly the call of another travels through the silent air and brings him to a stop. Tilting his head, he stares into the fog as his ears twist and turn. It takes only moments for his consideration to turn into a decision and the grullo colt finds himself making his way towards the stranger.
Unlike many of the residents of Taiga, Voracity is ignorant to the knowledge of what has been going on recently in the land he had decided to try and make a home in. He knew nothing of Ghaul, Neverwhere, Izora, Elio or Nerine. He was only two after all. Politics was not yet an interest that he had tapped into. Though, how fitting it would be to learn a little something when that's constantly what he was trying to do anyway?
Before he knows it, his long slender legs carry him into a clearing specifically free of fog and at it's center he sees the pink spotted mare and his lips purse together in thought. Slowly he comes to a stop, a good distance away and he clears his throat. "Hello, Welcome to Taiga," he greets her exactly the way Gluttony had taught him to do so. Yet even though it is a formal introduction he refuses to give her his name. Something deep within tells him he isn't the one she is looking for. Though that doesn't mean he won't stick around to find out who is.
VORACITY
let the walls come down. let the engines roar.
