07-07-2016, 12:32 PM
Kreios had wanted to live in the Tundra as a child - his grandfather had always been kind to him - but his parents never thought he was too ready. The spotted colt was too slow, too weak, too something.
He is no longer those things, and as he makes his way along the great ice wall in pursuit of Raxa, he realizes that he is grateful that Lyric and Vanquish had always denied his requests. It is cold here (even if he can't feel it) and the wind has a bite even this close to summer. Kreios' red spotted coat is sleek and thin - perfect for summer in the temperate Falls. The large stallion does not feel the bite of the wind, but it raises his long white mane and tosses it about his thick neck, obscuring his vision now and then and necessitating a quick shake away from his clear grey eyes.
The sound of Raxa calling out causes Kreios to pick up his pace, and he's soon approaching the brindle mare. A pegaus, presumably a member of the Tundra, beats him to her, and Kreios arrives in time to hear her familiar feisty tones. He finds her sarcasm amusing, but knows that it might not be what is expected from a foreigner, so as the tall stallions draws even beside her he offers an amused smile to Brynmor. "The ice wall is the border," he says, glancing quickly at the smaller stallion for affirmation (though he is quite certain of this). "The bachelors don't want anyone seeing exactly how much snow they get behind the wall; the rest of Beqanna might get envious". It's clear the spotted stallion is speaking in jest, and as Raxa speaks again he falls silent to listen.
When she is finished, he adds: "Not with all the kingdoms, of course. We'd like to see how the rest of the kingdoms are doing, and how we might best get along." There is a pause for a breif moment, and then he says: "I'm Kreios, by the way. Ygritte and I rule the Falls".
He is no longer those things, and as he makes his way along the great ice wall in pursuit of Raxa, he realizes that he is grateful that Lyric and Vanquish had always denied his requests. It is cold here (even if he can't feel it) and the wind has a bite even this close to summer. Kreios' red spotted coat is sleek and thin - perfect for summer in the temperate Falls. The large stallion does not feel the bite of the wind, but it raises his long white mane and tosses it about his thick neck, obscuring his vision now and then and necessitating a quick shake away from his clear grey eyes.
The sound of Raxa calling out causes Kreios to pick up his pace, and he's soon approaching the brindle mare. A pegaus, presumably a member of the Tundra, beats him to her, and Kreios arrives in time to hear her familiar feisty tones. He finds her sarcasm amusing, but knows that it might not be what is expected from a foreigner, so as the tall stallions draws even beside her he offers an amused smile to Brynmor. "The ice wall is the border," he says, glancing quickly at the smaller stallion for affirmation (though he is quite certain of this). "The bachelors don't want anyone seeing exactly how much snow they get behind the wall; the rest of Beqanna might get envious". It's clear the spotted stallion is speaking in jest, and as Raxa speaks again he falls silent to listen.
When she is finished, he adds: "Not with all the kingdoms, of course. We'd like to see how the rest of the kingdoms are doing, and how we might best get along." There is a pause for a breif moment, and then he says: "I'm Kreios, by the way. Ygritte and I rule the Falls".