It is not that often that he finds himself in his equine form. He would much prefer the breeze of spring playing at his feathers, and the swiftness of his avian flight guiding him through his kingdom. But currently he wasn't anyone's favorite king, could he even call himself a king? He allowed his emotions to overpower every sense of logic that he stood by, causing his kingdom to take a turn for the worst, or so it seemed.
His figure lyes beneath the mother tree in a pondering state, his muscles become tense as he plays over the incident that caused them to flee from Heavens borders. The distinct image of the three silhouettes dancing upon the horizon was so vivid within memory, until the soft coos of mourning doves echoed from above. Back to reality, Zeik rises from the frost swept vegetation. Blood circulating through his tense muscles as they slowly return to a relaxed state, the gentle vocals of the doves continue to sound from above. Stretching out his limbs Zeik allows his cranium to shift its attention towards the horizon, where two sillhouttes mingled at the border. It was a strange sight to see visitors for he wasn't Beqanna's favored king.
Striding over the few visible roots, Zeik began to make his way towards them. His curiosity peaking the slightest, for this was the first stranger he had sighted at her borders. His ebony pointed pistons drive him forwards, into a brisk trot as he approaches the pair. A mare, Cerva, whom he had been briefly acquainted with at the start of his rule. And an insect like stallion with six limbs, wings, antenna, etc. that stank prominently of the Valley.
"Hello there." His vocals are layered with a roughness, his face remains expressionless even with his peeking curiosity. "I'm Zeik, King of Heavens Gates." He pauses allowing his eyes to linger upon the stranger's six limbs, and moth like exterior. "Is there something I can help you with?" He husks, forcing a welcoming smile to from upon his ebony lips.
I Will Raise Hell
This is crap. Agh I hate it.
@[Cerva] @[Elysium]