Tiberios
At least they have one thing in common. Tiberios knows what it is to be stripped of your power, to feel that strange emptiness it leaves behind once it’s gone. Unlike the purple mare, though, he’d been born without his gift - and just like anything in life that’s given, it can just as easily be taken away. The loss of his white flame wouldn’t have served much purpose here anyways, but he would never have used it to destroy the earth in the manner that the foolish, cannibalistic stallion had. Such terror and loss … it was a shame. Life is cyclical however and Tiberios knows that in the end it’ll come back to bite the shifter in the butt - just as it had bitten him. Funny thing, karma.
In the silence that follows his outcry something unusual happens; for the first time since he’d been here a voice speaks up in reply to him. His head snaps around, golden eyes narrowing with suspicion at the amethyst-painted mare. Her smile does anything but comfort him. What she says doesn’t help the matter, his ears flattening against his skull. “Right, because naturally what you’re doing here seems to be progressing things right along, doesn’t it?” He retorts, head shaking with mild disgust before he turns away from her. With a flick of his dark tail he tries to sweep her away, slow footfalls echoing into the eternal silence as he plods along the edge of the beach, in no general direction. She could follow or stay behind, neither mattered to him.
“And just what are you doing here anyways?” He calls out, knowing decisively that she’s probably following. Good fun is in short supply around these parts. His side itches, the massive scar twitching with the first sensation he’s had since death. A surprised look glints in his eyes and he halts, neck curving to the side so he can glance back at her. “Who are you?” He asks pointedly, tone falling flat with a mixture of mild curiosity and apprehension. This is the most alive he’s felt in ages.
Tiberios
king of the falls
