through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered
When it came to low numbers and stagnancy, the old stallion was unfamiliar. When he lead his herd years ago he had a land full of activity and family. He even had another stallion living within the herd, his dear old friend, Incubi. Fascade was good at what he did, leading and bringing in more bodies. He lead with a firm yet loving hand. Never did he let harm come to his land, or nonsense. But, he loved all the residents of his land, young and old. Paradise Beach was a lively land with lively people, and that is how it stayed until a younger, much stronger stallion managed to challenge out old man and won his land...and his family. Most of them ended up trying to follow him, due to their love and loyalty to him. He was thankful for what he had when he had it. Though now, he spends his time looking back on what he had back then, and wishes so much to have it once more.
His mind is reeling, and he shuffles his wings again to air them out. The warm hug of the humidity of this place was nice on his aging and tired muscles. He had traveled so far, his legs would fall off if he had traveled any farther. He was still waiting patiently by the large vine wrapped tree, waiting patiently for an answer to his call. It is not long before our man is finally addressed.
A man, porcelain white with wings like his own, that looked as if he were dipped carefully in gold came sauntering toward Fascade. He sighs before speaking and our old graying stag can't help but notice a feeling almost like discontent in the man, of whom introduced himself as "Tiphon", before him. Instead of feeding off the feeling he sensed in Tiphon, he turned to the golden tipped man with a smile on his long whiskered muzzle. His voice was deep and gruff, but warm. His light eyes could barely be seen from behind his long, thick forelock. A scruffy mess over his face.
"Good evening Tiphon. Nice to meet you, I am Fascade. Actually, there is something you could help me with. What is this place called? It's quite pleasant. I would like to know more about it.
He keeps it short and sweet. To the point. His ears are tipped forward, awaiting the answer from his new found company. He was not one to babble on, though he did enjoy conversation from time to time. Though this man doesn't seem like he wants to be bothered by Fascade's boring stories, of which were probably better suited for boring foals. His life was a whole big cluster of confusing and jumpy. One day he is happy with a herd and family, the next he is alone, then he gets tortured and put out to battle strange creatures, then Beqanna flipped inside out. Now, here he is, with newly found wings and a strong urge to feel like he had another purpose. He hoped this place held his future.