Eros
The journey from the barren battlegrounds to the Nerine peninsula is a long one. Much of it was spent in silence as a ward of a spitefire mare named Volcan. He didn't dare speak unless spoken to, fore he knew not how hostile this land was. Having met already their Queen, though briefly, he wasn't about to step on fire-lit hooves. Especially since it was to be a friendly diplomatic visit and he'd much prefer it remain that way.
As they stepped onto the grey-washed terrain of the kingdom, his eyes trailed to take in the sights. If snow and ice had covered the land it could be mistaken for his homeland, Brittiana. The jagged cliffs and gritty beaches was eerily familiar. Amber eyes scanned the horizon across the sea, in lost hopes of seeing his family again. With a sign and shift of his weight he fell in line with the roany mare. Her demanding tone catching his ear and then his full attention. They chatted as required by a diplomatic visit. Questions asked and answered with ease. He had nothing to hide. When the mare had her fill of him, she wondered off to other duties. Leaving him to escort himself out.
Even the cool ocean breeze of winter couldn't reach beneath the thick layers of golden and charcoal hair. He was built for this weather. The stocky frame he sported carried the extra weight needed to keep warm in frigid temps with ease. Long locks coated more vulnerable areas against the bite of a winters chill. Some may find him intimidating but his personality was far from that assumption. Kind, loving, generous, protective were just a few attributes of his. He had a soft eye which hardly ever judged. Today is no different as he looks about the kingdom before he makes his motion to leave.
That is until a heavenly figured is seen descending from the skies. His face lifts to watch Pegasus land delicately onto the shoreline. Feelings of envy fill him as he thinks of the past and when flight was a gift of his own. For a while he simply watches her go about her life. Not wanting to disturb another member of the kingdom. Who knows, this one could be more harsh than the last. There is something different in the way she carries herself. If unsure of her very existence here. He is intruiged as to why and suddenly curiousity wins over caution. A soft whicker flows from his vocals to the light mare. Followed by a kind smile. He doesn't approach though. Standing square and facing the other, he waits for her move...
Unconditional Love
@[Nymf]