Zain
Time in the thickened forests of Taiga has been short since they arrived. Followers of their group converged as they fashioned their nook deep within the redwoods. Spending their days testing their skills, he had come to find many talents amongst them. Some of fires and some of shadows. Others were just by nature gifted as being stealthy. They would all make a nice crew to wreak havoc on the lands around them.
Today, he sends himself out into the neighboring lands to rustle up some more blood. If not that, then information would due. He needed to learn the borders, the names within them. Who had soft spots, leaving them vulnerable to an unsuspecting raid of mischief. He had no interest in their thrones or even captives. Those who would serve them best were willing participants.
Nearing two years old now, he resembles much of his father. A stocky build with thick locks and light feathering at his hooves. The ridged outline of white mapping his body was distinctive of his father as well. His powers though were of his mothers doing. A trait she had wielded in her younger years but had given up soon after Hyaline raid. He doesn't realize how much of Beqanna his mother had stroked with her powers, old and new. He had only a few stories and none detailed greatly what she had all done...
Hoof after hoof indents the soft earth below him. Blackened ears swivel to capture the slightest of sounds as he passes through the lands. He has followed the length of rushing waters to find himself in a common land. One that connects to Taigas' North. The trees begin to grow weak in coverage and soon he is bare for all to see. With a slight rise of his head, he slows to a stop. Fiery eyes scanning the immediate area for someone or something of interest. Intrigued on what other magic this world has for him to tap into...
