Kasanova
Much of his youth was spent roving aimlessly alone. His feebile attempts at friendships, having ended before there was even a breath of life. Family had abandoned him, or he them. It mattered little now. The frail colt presented before his blood-eyed father, had grown into a young stallion. His frame thickly muscled like that of his father's lineage. Each fall of his onyx hooves shook the earth below him. Stamping his presence into the dirt below.
After having parted ways with the two mares in the commonlands, he had set out to find Hyaline. His father at some point mentioned it and an alliance, but that was long ago. So much has changed since then. His bulky, cream frame drifted over the many landscapes between the lands. Never staying in once place too long, but not hurrying either. On rare occasions he came across something of interest that held his roaming for a day or two. Usually a trail of scent that fed his curious mind.
All things must come to an end. He has come to a stop just on the territory border and looks up to the jagged landscape of Hyaline. Towering peaks of rock reaching high into the azure skies made the hefty stallion feel minusquel. Hazel eyes scanned the terrain for any sign of life. Nares drawing in deep breaths to pick any scents off the breeze. Long ebony dreads hung loosely at his flank and neck. Only turning as the air movements saw fit. He has settled to wait for another resident to find him, but he wonders if the rugged landscape would hinder their ability...
You are more than just a pretty face