04-10-2016, 08:14 PM
The Nokota stallion's long black tail whips from side to side, flies on his hindquarters and sides taking a large amount of his attention away from the allure of the Falls. Its beauty is not lost on him, however, let it not be said that Titanium is a stallion without an appreciation of elegance. Even the air tastes of honey and flowers freshly bloomed. The only thing dampening this gorgeous picture is the damned heat. The nape of the roan's neck is darkened with sweat, and the insects that buzz around him take away from the Falls overall effect. "You don't say," He remarks sarcastically. The tone he takes is not disdain for his surroundings, which he actually appreciates, but rather for Archam's statement of the obvious. If any other horse besides this one had said such, he wouldn't have cared, but as it is his rival, he cannot resist such an easy, dry remark.
He glances back at Silic, wondering if he is as impressed as he is, much as he tries to hide it. He does not particularly care where they make their home, as all places in Beqanna seem equal in principle. He does like this idea, however- staying here in the Falls, annoying Archam. Perhaps a steal now and then. It would certainly keep him on his toes, and many companions would keep his mares happy.
He glances back at Silic, wondering if he is as impressed as he is, much as he tries to hide it. He does not particularly care where they make their home, as all places in Beqanna seem equal in principle. He does like this idea, however- staying here in the Falls, annoying Archam. Perhaps a steal now and then. It would certainly keep him on his toes, and many companions would keep his mares happy.