| When the world had changed, falling into chaos and discord, he too had fallen away with the old. Time had held him together. Almost as if he had spent the last remaining years slumbering into a deep sleep but not changing. It is simply all a memory, almost a long dream he has awaken from, as he emerged from the world he once knew into something new and perhaps wondrous. He is simply the way he was before the Reckoning had come—standing tall and growing still, but the age of a yearling. The young boy is covered in thick dragon scales of black. He is marked by vermillion pigment of appaloosa spots from every direction. The dragon scales were something special to the boy, something he is proud to adorn and be covered in. It was a dying gift from his father, Rigdon, who had been gifted to them for killing a dragon—the stories had always been a favorite of his. The dark boy moves forward. Honey-hazel colored eyes search from the edges of the field as he makes his way towards the center. The boy notices the cliques of other horses, but he keeps to himself, pulling towards no direction in particular. There was nowhere for him to go right now (at least not yet). Viserion has found himself in a world he is not familiar with, but from the passing of strangers on his way here he knows he is in Beqanna. This place was his homeland, but certainly not the Tundra. There seemed to be no place that anyone knew of, but perhaps someone did. Perhaps someone knew what has happened, and he would find his answers. It was all he needed now. |
Ischia recruits only. I thought someone could get some good points for a recruit
