Calm Will Follow The Storm [Any]

[Lothar]

LOTHAR

calm will follow the storm as peace follows war

 

It had been years since his father 'saved' him, but to Lothar he murdered his father. If he had only made it to the Pampas, Lothar would have never gotten the plague, never would have caused his father to pick a fight with the faeries. 

The equine who was traveling in his cheetah form has never returned to his home in Sylva. He had been to embarassed to face his siblings, though he has heard Mary took the crown like she always wanted. 

He casually stalked through the island known as Ischia. Being a nomad has allowed him to learn about most of the kingdoms, even learn there scents! He figures he is a grown stallion now and should probably settle into a kingdom. Live up to his fathers name, become something of the Arthas name. 

The smell of salt filled his nares, it was refreshing in an odd way. The feline finds a seat on the shore, he tilts his head and allows a roar to echo through the kingdom, respecting there boundaries, hoping someone would accept him into there home.