With heavy lids the stallion drove his body forward, willing his limbs to obey their orders and carry him to the Tundra. Ears lay flattened beneath his mass of matted mane, annoyance plagued him but at least he had somewhere safe and secure to rest for a while. Twinkling balls of burning gases filled the sky, illuminating the way a little; not needed too much for the brilliance of the alabaster stallion lit the way enough.
A wintry bite stung his hide as he powered on, noting the spacious feel to his surroundings as the cold fought off the vegetation. Nostrils quivered violently as he inhaled the icy air around him, new scents invaded his nostrils as his eyes narrowed ever so slightly; gazing around him as he followed Hurricane to his new home.
A large ice wall, loomed ahead and a brow rose to it; such an impressive sculpture, he wondered if the equines had any aid in its construction. A small slit appeared ahead as Hurricane slid through it; Solomyr's ears lowered a little more as he shifted his large bulk to slide through the ice. The cold touched his sides and dampened his coat slightly but it didn't bother him too much. Eventually Hurricane spoke, introducing him to the Tundra. It looked desolate and lifeless; just perfect for him. A small smirk crossed his lips but he hid it tactfully as Hurricane turned to speak. Once the man had left he sighed heavily and crumpled his large body onto the floor. Legs tucking up neatly as his droopy lids were allowed to close and he fell into a soft slumber, ears twitching as he dreamed; ever alert.
....
The beating of wings awoke him as his limbs shot out, quickly scrambling to find his feet once more. Eyes narrowed into steely slits as he neck stretched out to level his head; lips pulling slightly to expose his teeth to whoever approached. Though he need not show such a display as he soon registered it to be the ivory stallion that had brought him here. A little warmth flushed beneath his cheeks in slightly embarrassment as he realized he may have made a fool of himself; but little matter, it was expected when one had lived alone for so long.
The light of day illuminated the land as he got his first glimpse of the Tundra, something in the distance he could not quite make out caught his eye. The land was covered in a heavy frost, snow littering the ground all around. Most remained unsettled around him; it would seem he had not been disturbed the whole night. Lips parted as his mouth stretched wide into a yawn, eyes focusing on Hurricane. Dipping his head politely he again surveyed the area, seemingly pleased with where he had been brought. A brow raise as he turned to Hurricane, completely masking the small flicker of hope he felt inside.
"So this is the Tundra? How many reside here? It seems incredibly sparse."
He wished it not to be a big herd but the land seemed large enough that he did not have to converse or entertain others all the time. Solomyr wondered only now about Hurricane; was he the ruler here? Surely he must be someone of power here, with his stature and the way he spoke it seemed almost certain. But he had better wait for a reply; rude to make an assumption on something that one does not know.
Ooc; Fine by me, makes sense =p
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