A winters gust sent a cold blast of air spirling through the tunnel and through the fibers of feather at his sides. Briefly they tightened their hold against him, as he awaited her reaction. Much to his dismay, it does not come. Only a slight grin as she turned his back to him, her white form threatening to leave him here, alone.
Silver-hazel eyes watch each movement she takes towards freedom. He wanted freedom, he had rights even if this world thought otherwise. Others has done far worse than he has and yet they are free. Krone's murderer, his children's assailant, he walks free still. His gaze narrows harshly and he presses against the twilight barrier, only to find nothing restricts him. Had he miscalculated his steps? His eyes shift quickly to the walls to be sure this had been the site of the invisible force that kept him here. Finding he was not mistaken, he presses forward again. Still nothing confines him. A wicked grin flashes across pearled teeth, his wings expand and he rushes forwards.
He is weakened by his captivity but not dead. Not yet. Iron hooves clank against the stone floor of his former prison as he rushes to be free. As he rushes to catch her. Lavender ears lay flat to his crest, his neck stretched forwards with his fast gait. Silver eyes lock onto his target, both freedom and the white-washed hide of the Nerine Queen. In hopes that he can at least give her a parting gift before he disappears into the winter sky.
As he nears where she stops to be greeted by the harsh elements of nature, he curls his right wing to his body to come up alongside her left in close quarters. Outreaching his muzzle, jaws parted to grip her alabaster crest. With any luck he would grab hold of flesh and jerk her off balance. Incisors possibly ripping hide from flesh, and hair from hide, leaving the sweet taste of blood within his mouth. A queens blood nonetheless. He would leave her with some dignity though, coming back for her when he was strong once again to make good on his threat.
Today he will escape. He will angle his body into the winters storm and drift off with the flurries that were to follow. Disappearing into the winter white and hibernating until spring came to revive him to his former glory...
So he is escaping and to update timelines he will be hiding out until summer. Breckin has that time to fear for her life(or dignity). If a man hunt would ensue I would be perfectly ok with that
