His wingspan stretches across the slowly darkening sky, as his talons glint in the limited sunlight offered by the setting sun. Lowering his mantle the bird of prey allows his optics to scan the lush terrain, toes clawing at the wind as hot air whips between each individual digit as he picks up speed. Nearing the borders the falcon hears a voice above the silence of his resting kingdom, as few equine are often about during the near evening hours. A stranger lingers the borders something Zeik doesn't take too well at first as he inspects the individual by circling it from above. Allowing a sharp shreik to emerge from his mandible, Zeik flutters nearer. The ebony winged stranger smells strongly of the Valley and, the man does take note of that before shifting into his equine form. Wings and talons shift into hooved limbs as his sharp beak smoothly changes into an ebony muzzle.
Clearing his throat, the man is hesitant to speak. For this is the first envoy sent to his kingdom under his rule, "I'm Zeik." His tone is tense at first curving out into some sort of means of welcoming. "How can I help you?" The concept of peace is held close to him, as if he could touch and feel it. He had no intentions for war, just peace. Nothing more was intended for the kingdom, they were too weak to create enemies.
I Will Raise Hell
It's horrible. Agh Just wanted to get something up before I forgot.
