Jesper
10-25-2019, 08:11 AM
Bronze-tipped lobes vibrate as an urgent toned summons rings inside. Poll lifts abruptly from his current activity and aquamarine gaze scans the horizon. Given the vastly flat terrain and the sparse vegetation, he can see most of the Isle in one sweep. The bearer of this call can not be seen which can only mean one thing: a visitor.
The call came from an equine so, as muscular chassis shifts into a light jog, Jesper remains in in his black stallion body. He navigates the tundra with ease, avoiding any chunks of ice or, hard ridges in the frozen topsoil. Before long, a figure, nearly as white as the coating of snow on the ground, moves across the land. Bounding alongside, Jesper is pleasantly surprised to see a canine. His initial thoughts were of confusion. He knew of shifters like himself but, he had yet to meet a Beqannian so tightly bonded as these two. Their body language and mannerisms are synchronized which indicates that this stallion did not recruit a fox to join the Icicles.
Jesper pushes on until he is a few strides away. He slows to a walk and then, a halt, all while a curious brow lifts in the direction of this unknown male. Jesper's acute olfactories detect a warm salty and mildly floral scent mingled in his pelt. The pelt that the ivory steed sports is not overly thick either. A visit from the tropics in the west? he wonders. The black offers a welcoming smile to both the stallion opposite in color from his own and, his companion. He had yet to receive a diplomatic visit from them yet though, he is not entirely convinced this visit is political. "Welcome! My name is Jesper, Tod of Icicle Isle. What made you leave the comforts of home and bring you to our doorstep?"
@[Ruinam]
No need to apologize Nyx! I love your words and Jesper loves all of the activity/visits.
The call came from an equine so, as muscular chassis shifts into a light jog, Jesper remains in in his black stallion body. He navigates the tundra with ease, avoiding any chunks of ice or, hard ridges in the frozen topsoil. Before long, a figure, nearly as white as the coating of snow on the ground, moves across the land. Bounding alongside, Jesper is pleasantly surprised to see a canine. His initial thoughts were of confusion. He knew of shifters like himself but, he had yet to meet a Beqannian so tightly bonded as these two. Their body language and mannerisms are synchronized which indicates that this stallion did not recruit a fox to join the Icicles.
Jesper pushes on until he is a few strides away. He slows to a walk and then, a halt, all while a curious brow lifts in the direction of this unknown male. Jesper's acute olfactories detect a warm salty and mildly floral scent mingled in his pelt. The pelt that the ivory steed sports is not overly thick either. A visit from the tropics in the west? he wonders. The black offers a welcoming smile to both the stallion opposite in color from his own and, his companion. He had yet to receive a diplomatic visit from them yet though, he is not entirely convinced this visit is political. "Welcome! My name is Jesper, Tod of Icicle Isle. What made you leave the comforts of home and bring you to our doorstep?"
@[Ruinam]
No need to apologize Nyx! I love your words and Jesper loves all of the activity/visits.