04-23-2018, 08:04 PM
Arthas
Slowly but surely his kingdom was growing in numbers, his vision was coming to life and he knew that it would soon have loyal members. Together Loess and Sylva would create the chaos that beqanna so desperately needed. A smirk tugs at his lips, the thought of these fools allowing anyone to "visit" there kingdom, to freely venture with no thought of the possible threat they could hold.
It was not long before his thoughts were distracted by the sound of another, his head quickly flicks in the direction. The scent of a nomad runs through his nares and he grows curious, curious of who was wondering in Loess. He has to admit it is an admiral land, he can see why those who seek to be alone look to the mountains for shelter.
He casually makes his way towards the call, he is in no rush, no one demands a king. As he grows nearer a large black stallion is in sight. They are matching in size, and have a similar build. He stops once he is a few paces from the stag A stranger in my lands.... He gazes into the stags silver eyes Is there a reason you called? He would not recruit soft equines, if an equine needed to be welcomed with warm arms it would not be Loess. If they were able to stand on there own feet against Arthas' attitude then, and only then, would they be able to meet the true and loyal king.
A Product Of Your Despair
@[Covalto]